My Closet Door

Chapter 06: Reunion

Chapter 6

Reunion

            A reunion is when you get reunited with someone you miss. Well, this isn’t any reunion for me. I got disowned by my mom and the only person I looked up to finds out I’m gay by one of my nosy cousins.

            This was all too much for me. Instead of going straight to my house and confronting my problems. I do what I always do! Go to Joe & Aggie's Café and avoid it for a bit and order me a dessert burrito. Thank God they open early in the mornings.

            Yeah! That's right! I eat my problems away and Joe & Aggie's have the best dessert burrito's in town.

            So I sit there for about an hour and just wait it out. Waiting for the right time to go back home and see if my brother is alright with it.

            As soon as I'm done eating I leave a four dollar tip and take off to my house. I slowly walk to my place… I don't want to get there on time.

            I walk by Movie Gallery thinking if I should rent a game for my brother… you know soften the blow a little. I was thinking of a way to ignore the question if he ever asked. Coming up with all these excuses and trying to find a way to avoid it at all cost.

            I walk by a church and start thinking about my cousins. Phff! Idiots! This is their entire fault. I could have had a better day if they'd just stop playing the good guys and leave me alone. I start to realize that I hate Christians. But then start to think that at one time in my life I use to be one. Can I hate myself?

            Then I start wondering about my faith. I’m a Christian, I believe in God and I used go to go to church.

            I was one of the biggest church do-gooders in my neighborhood. I wore my Sunday best like it was my first time wearing it.

            I was thinking about this as I was making my way to my house.

            If God was so perfect, why would he make me gay? No! God doesn’t make mistakes. He is perfect and he did make me this way. What kind of cruel God makes a person different and has the rest of humanity pick on him? That’s not what I was raised to believe.

            God made me this way for a reason! And in his eyes, God made me the way he intended to make me. Oh Lady Gaga, how I wished you were here to make it all easier. But no, you weren’t famous yet because this all happened in 2005.

            Two more blocks till my house and I have no way of telling him about me. Should I start with a joke? Oh yeah, make myself look like an idiot while trying to tell him I'm queer. Ha ha ha, I actually called myself that. Queer.

            I should just casually bring it up to him, like he forgot. No, that won't work. First of all, I don't know how to act normal (I blame my father for inheriting his weirdness.) and second, he never forgets!

            Five more yards till my home, I can do this. I look at the window where my room is and it's dark. It's only 7:30 in the morning, maybe he's still asleep.

            I put my key in and turned the knob. I’m trying to sneak into my own house! And I couldn’t be even more louder than usual. Every single thing I did made a loud noise. I walked in and looked around. Ronald was in the kitchen on my computer. I slowly walked down the hallway towards my bedroom and opened the door. And he was not there. Whew!!

            I went into the kitchen and asked were my brother went.

            "He got a call from work, so he took off early." Damn, I got lucky again.