Liar Liar GirlxGirl

Chapter 18

Needless to say, my mother was not pleased when I returned home. At all. She went off about the Bible, my abominations and sin.

She clued in my "therapist" at the church as well. I was sitting on the couch while she rattled off my misdoings of the previous night.

"...and then she returned home, eventually. I don't know what she was doing but I'm willing the bet she was with the Polands girl. That girl's poor mother is just as distraught at her daughter's disease. Who knows what they were doing?"

"Oh, I wouldn't know," I mumbled under my breath sarcastically.

"What was that?" my mother asked in her accusatory tone.

"Ms. Minister, why don't Riley & I talk in private?" my "therapist" suggested.

My mother huffed and gathered her things. She shot me a disgusted look before walking out.

Once the door shut, my "therapist" started, "So you stormed out?"

"Maybe."

"You know it's part of the Ten Commandments to honor your parents?"

"I am aware."

"Your mother wants what's best for you."

"She wants me to change what I have no control over."

"She just doesn't want to see you live your life in sin."

I sighed in frustration. "I'm not getting into this again."

Last week, we had thrown Bible verses back and forth to each other trying to refute the other's points.

"Why don't we start thinking about a cause. What could have caused this to come about?"

"My genes?" I answered sarcastically.

"You aren't born gay," she stated. "Satan has just filled your head with sinful lusts and desires."

"And I'm done," I said, dragging out the "and."

"We still have time."

"I really don't care"

Before she could do or say anything, I stood up and walked out. My mother was sitting outside in the car. I opened the door and sat down. My mother, needless to say, was very confused.

"You still have forty-five minutes left," she said.

"Consider it early release for good behavior," I replied shortly.

"You walked out didn't you?"

"Maybe."

She huffed angrily.

"You will go back in there right now."

"I'm not really feeling it."

"Now!"

"No!"

We glared at each other angrily, trying to make the other back down. She finally gave in. She started to car and drove back home. The ride was silent and tense. When we got back home, my sister noticed the tension and quietly ran up to her room. I was about to head upstairs too when my mother stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?" she hissed.

"To my room?" I answered.

"And why would you go there?"

"To stare at the paint for the millionth time this month?"

"No. You are going to go upstairs, pack a bag, and get out. You will not live here anymore."

I fell silent. I was stunned. What did she just say? She was kicking me out?

"What?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"I will not allow you to bring sin into this house. You refuse to cooperate and accept treatment for your condition. I do not want this house corrupted especially with your sister still living here. You have twenty minutes. I suggest you go pack."

With that she walked into the kitchen leaving me in front of the stairs, shocked.

I treaded upstairs, slowly & silently. I packed a duffel bag full of my clothes and toiletries. I grabbed my flute and my laptop. I looked around one last time before going downstairs.

I walked quietly towards the front door. My mother saw me. "Before you leave, give me your phone."

I glared at her. "No."

"I paid for it so it's mine."

"Actually, dad got me the phone. So it isn't yours."

She glared silently at me and I took the opportunity to leave. Once I got out onto the sidewalk, I tried to lay out my thoughts of where to go.

I couldn't see Aysha. Her mother would kill me.

I guess it was time to see Sarah.