You are not alone

Leo

Leon's P.O.V.

It's time
I thought to myself as I walked through the front door to the house. I knew it was time to come clean, I knew it was time to come out. I put an extra pair of shoes in my book bag, as I walked into the kitchen. I looked at my parents, as they were talking at the kitchen table. I walked up to the kitchen table and looked at them. I didn't care what would happen, in fact I knew what would happen, but I also knew that I had to come out.

"Hey mom, dad?" I started, with confidence.

"Yes Leon?" My parents asked, unfocused with their noses in books for work.

"Could you just pay attention to me for a minute?" I pleaded.

"What is so important Leon?" My dad asked, annoyed.

"I need to tell you something."

"What? Hurry up, we're busy with work."

"You're always busy with work." I mumbled. "I'm bisexual." I blurted out. Just as I did, I saw my parents put down their work for the first time ever.

"You're what?" My parents asked in unison.

"I'm bisexual."

"No, you're not."

"Umm, yes I am, and it's not up to you."

"You can't be, we didn't raise you like this."

"I didn't choose to be like this."

"Whether you chose it or not, we taught you better."

"You taught me better than to express how I feel?"

"We taught you better than to go against what is natural."

"This is natural, I didn't choose to be like this, it just happens." I tried to explain.
"I don't understand why you can't accept me."

"Leon, we are against any and all kinds of the gays."

"That statement doesn't even make sense!"

"You can't be gay."

"I'm not, I'm bisexual."

"What even is that?"

"When you're attracted to both guys and girls."

"I don't think that's a real thing, you're jut confused and can't make up your mind."

"No, I'm bisexual."

"When you find a nice girl to marry, you'll see."

"I might marry a girl, but I might marry a guy too, and that's ok. And you should be ok with that."

"It is not ok, stop telling yourself that! We will not support you marrying a guy!"

"I might marry a girl, but I can guarantee that I will date boys and I will date girls."

"Not under this roof you won't!"

"So I can't be myself in this house?"

"This isn't you, but you can't act out like this in this house."

"Now your saying that you know me better than I know myself?"

"We're your parents, we know the most anyone can know about you."

"No, actually far from it."

"If you insist on being this way, then we're going to need you to leave." My dad said.

"Fine, just throw me out."

"You are leaving us with no choice."

"You have the choice to accept me."

"We can't go along with this."

"Why can't you ever be there for me?"

"That's it, we've done everything for you up until now. Get out!" My dad yelled.

"You haven't been there once, including now when it means the most!" I yelled at him angrily with out raising my voice and walked straight out the front door.

On my way out, I slammed the door, and then walked down the driveway. at the end of the driveway, I sat down on the curb, and started crying. Even though I knew what would happen, it still hit me harder than I thought it would.

I thought as I sat on the curb, I thought about the past. I was younger, when my older sister came out as a lesbian, but still old enough to understand. They kicked her out too, and they won't even speak of her. I wished I could see her, and tell her that I understand, and it must have been even harder for her, not knowing how they would react.

I wiped my eyes, and the tears were soon replaced with anger. The anger didn't last long on the surface, because I knew ahead of time what would happen. I just brushed it off, and put it inside where it will always be, it will never fully go away; just a scar in my mind and heart.

I pulled myself together, as much as possible. I got up off the ground, and started walking. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I was going to where I was meant to be.