Jessamine decided to prank the family by 'coming out' to us. Mum was still flopped out across the sofa in the same position she'd passed out around midnight the night before and dad had been reading a book. I'm joking I'm not even sure the man can read! No, he was getting pissed off that the remote wasn't working and banging it against the coffee table.
Jessamine had entered the room all 'fake nervous' wringing her hands and biting her bottom lip. April Fools works well in our family because most of us are too fucked to know what day it is. She goes, "I have something to tell you all and I'm scared you're gonna flip out."
We all stared at her, even I had knots in my stomach I was worried she was going to tell us she was pregnant with that loser Sam's baby. If only.
"Well! What is it?" Dad had kind of shouted when she'd dragged the suspense out a bit too long.
"I like girls," she'd mumbled.
Actually thinking back on it it's disturbing how in character she'd gotten.
My initial reaction was relief cuz at least one of us had been brave enough to do it.
"What."
"I like girls, I'm a lesbian dad," She'd said a bit clearer and looked him in the eye. I actually feel like a mug because I'd noted how determined she'd looked and how proud I was.
He began to spit out a slew of insulting words that I don't really want to grace my diary with. He's fucking vile. Even mum had pushed into a sitting position and sniggered, both of them looking at my sister like she was suddenly diseased and contagious. I was baffled that this kind of homophobia is still very much alive and active. I'd stupidly assumed it was in the past. As I listened my mouth went really dry and my cheeks became redder and redder.
Jessamine then kinda awkwardly erupted over the top of his rant with "APRIL FOOLS! OHMYGOD I GOT YOU GUYS SO GOOD."
I felt as though I'd been knotted up into a complicated ball. I wanted to tell her it wasn't something to joke about, that she was a dick and my parents could fuck off and die for how gross they are.
I didn't.
I said nothing.
I've not said a word, I just got up and went to my room and haven't come out since.
I think I might actually cry. I feel like throwing up.
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General FictionI'm writing because I've decided to stop talking. When I talk it's like people take my words as theory as something subject to change, my words become twisted from one ear to the next, lips forming the wrong syllables and suddenly I'm liable for dam...
