lemon squeezy....(girlxgirl)

Chapter Three xx

-Whitney-

Trust us, they said. Everything will be alright, they said. He will still love you, they said. If all that is true then why is my own father kicking me out?

I sat in the car while he filled up the tank. We were five minutes away from my mother's house, at least according to the GPS. I sighed. I haven't seen my mother in years. When I was younger, my parents got divorced, splitting everything down the center. The two houses, the money, the kids; I haven't seen my brother Bryce since I was thirteen. I stared down at my phone where I had sent at least ten messages to my friends who still have replied. If that's what I should call them.

I locked my phone and threw it into my bag that sat in between my feet just as my father, James, reentered the car.

I watch him buckle, start the car and pull out. He looked at me and I shrank away. "Don't look at me. You disgust me," he sneered.

I bit the inside of my mouth to keep from crying.

"You know, you're lucky your mom said she would take you in. I have no problem leaving you on the street. You are not my child. I did not raise any fags."

"Seeing as I am the only child that you have raised..." I bit back.

"Shut up, faggot," he reached over and grabbed my ear, twisting it painfully, "before I drop you off in the middle of a highway." He let go as he pulled up onto a curved street. "Now your mother is waiting for you just knock on the door and wait for her."

He parked in a driveway in front of slightly large pale yellow house. He got out and I followed uniformly. He slid towards the trunk. Yeah that's what you get for parking to close for Mom's car, idiot. He found the truck and pulled out my bags, handing one to me and dragging the other to the porch. "Hurry up," he sneered, "the faster you bags are on the porch the longer I have to never see you again."

Despite myself, I still picked up my pace. The faster I got there, the less insults he would throw at me. He dropped my possessions on the wood and leaned in, grappling a fist full of my hair. Maybe if someone was watching from a distance it would look like an embrace of a father regretfully letting go of his little girl. But in reality, it was so opposite. "Listen here you little shit, I never want to see or hear from you ever again. You better have grabbed everything because once I go home to my home, anything that belonged to is being so for my future beach house." Releasing my hair, he took one last look at the house and muttered, "I can't believe this family." and left. He got into the car and left. No goodbye. No closure. Just left.

Once my mind wrapped around the idea that that was the last time I would see that man, I took a deep breathe and turned. I raised my hand to knock on the door but before my knuckles could even make contact, the door revealed a sleepy, older Bryce. Once he looked at I was, his face melted into a million emotions at once but before I could decipher any of them he engulfed me into a hug.

"Whit? I haven't seen you forever," he mumbled into my shoulder. I didn't respond as I saw my mother present herself to me. I stiffened and Bryce noticed. He pulled my stuff into the closet by the door and dragged me into the house. I kept eye contact with my mother who seemed to be emotionless at the moment.

"Bryce, go warm up some lasagna for your sister," she commanded never breaking eye contact with me. I could feel my body heat under gaze. I was so scared. I had no idea what I should do.

Bryce did as told and I could hear the microwave door open, close and hum signaling the warm up.

My mother sighed. "In the oven, Bryce. You know the microwave takes away the flavor." She looked over at me and cracked a smile.

She smiled at me? She smiled at me. I let out a big sigh that I didn't know I was holding.

She walked up to me and that's when I noticed she was wearing heels and a party dress. She hugged me tightly. "Oh my girl is back home. I'm so glad you're here. You don't have to worry about Gregory?" I winced, hearing my father's first nam. She thumbed a tear that I didn't know was falling down my face. "Oh honey, here we will love and accept you for who you are, okay? You don't have to hide." I don't know why exactly but I cried.

I hadn't cried in years.

Not when my "best friend" left me when I came out to her.

Not when my fath-Gregory slapped me in the face when I came out to him.

Not when he disowned me and told me I was not allowed to be in my own home.

I didn't cry then. Why was I crying now? My mom just sighed and pulled me back into her embrace. "I've missed you so much. Here, why don't we unpack while your food warms up?" I nodded, smiling through my tears.

We finished unpacking faster than I thought we would. It was probably because of the insane organization my mom had. I know I've live here for all of two minutes but jeez, I've never seen my room look so neat and tidy.

My mother laughed at my gaping face. "I'm a mom. Of course, its clean." I just smiled back at her.

"Lasagna's ready!"" Bryce called from downstairs.

"Okay, listen, honey I have a work party to attend so please excuse me but tomorrow we are going to catch up on your life without me and girls and stuff," she winked at me and I giggled, "And you are going to get a big surprise for your homecoming." I lifted my eyebrows.

"Really? What is it?"

She deadpanned. I nearly dropped my jaw. Mom's do that? I thought. "Well if I told you it wouldn't be much of a surprise now, would it?

I laughed and nodded.

She looked at her watch and told me that she would see me in the morning. She kissed me on the forehead and left my room, notifying Bryce that she was leaving and that no friends were allowed to come over.

"Pfft yeah okay Mom," Bryce shouted back sarcastically. I giggled as I made my way downstairs. I saw my mom leave with her key jiggling in her hand. She waved back and shut the door. Once the door was locked behind her, I found myself staring at the door. "Bryce where's the kitchen?"

"Back here." He shouted back. I turned towards the voice but I found myself facing a wall. I knitted my eyebrows together and looked to the right and left. "Where?"

"It's been a long time, has it?" Bryce chuckled at my screech.

I turned around as shoved him in the chest. "Not long enough apparently. You are still a jerk."

He just lifted his eyebrow in surprise. "A insult to brother dearest? My sister has certainly become a badass."

I just rolled my eyes and flipped him off. Laughing, he guided me to the kitchen where a giant plate of lasagna awaited me. I can't say I was hungry before but that plate had my mouth drooling. That was one of the biggest things I missed about my mom. Her cooking was amazing and I certainly would not have minded a break from the endless day of takeout and TV dinners.

I sat down and devoured that plate. There was nothing classy about how I ate that plate and Bryce did not miss a chance to crack an "original" about my pig out fest but I seriously could not hear over my satisfied moaning.

I think I might just like it here.