Everything Is Difficult

Chapter Three

"What do you mean your moving out!?" I roll my eyes at my mum, while folding my ripped skinny jeans and stuffing them into my duffle bag. "Is it because you're a drug addict now?" I turn around just to find my testosterone and my needles in my mothers hand, her cold hard glare filled with anger and betrayal. "I trusted you! I thought you'd never be like this! I told you not to hang out with that Michael Ki-" "No! Don't you dare pin this on Michael! Mum, that's testosterone!" My mom just looked at me with a 'tf is that shit?' "Look. It's boy hormones... you know... for when you're transgender?.." I look down, as if I were ashamed for who I am. Well, I'm not. "Excuse me? Trina, what the he-" "im a boy. I'm not a girl. It's TREVOR mum, not Trina. TREVOR." I said, my voice slightly cracking towards the end. "Get out." My mother managed through gritted teeth, face red with anger.

     "Mum-" "IM NOT YOUR MOTHER. I RAISED A GIRL! A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, NOT A CONFUSED BOY!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face. "Why can't you support me!" I chocked back a sob as she threw a vase at my head. My eyes widened with shock and fear as I realised how fatal this could end. "Fine." I turned around and saw Luke, eyes wide and tears threatening to spill. "Trina... why can't you be normal?.. stay, and we'll get you help I promise-" "help?" I chuckled sarcastically. "I'm not. Crazy Lucas! I'm fucking sane! I'm just ANGRY!" I scream at Luke. "You are such a bigot!" I scream and finish packing. I call Michael and tell him I'll be at his house in 10. I tie my black converse and leave.

    As I pull up to his drive way I see his mum kiss his cheek and dry her tears. I wipe a stray tear away. He gets in to my car and immediately asks me what's wrong. I check in my mirror and realise my eyes are blood shot from crying. I hoarsely tell him my issue. "My mom didn't except me being trans." I barely manage to say. "What love?" I Shake my head and drive. We drive for hours until it's night time. We switched drivers about an hour ago. We pull up into a motel and park the car. "I'm so glad we are doing this Trev." I look into his forest green eyes locked on me. I never realised how soft his lips look. Or how there's a bit of gold in his eyes. Or how his eyes sparkle in this light. Or how he smells like peppermint and coffee grounds, which is oddly satisfying and comforting. Or how soothing and hoarse his voice is. Which is pretty attractive if I do say so myself. Or how his hands are big and warm and how- Holy crap... did I just fall for my best friend?...