Kissing Her

27: an empty closet

I've already tried one time to write this part and got lost in even shittier drama. There has to be some of it of course haha, but I have to slow down ;). After all, this was planned to be the 2nd last chapter.

I will leave the rest for you to discover ;)

Have fun, love you lots ♡♡

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Megans P.O.V.

I balance on my scooter in order to open the mail box. It's only bills and letters from grandma, the usual, so I stuff them inside my pocket, turn of my bike and step inside.

"Hi!" I yell, in to a seemingly empty house. I throw my keys onto the kitchen island and pour some water from the sink. I'm just about to drink it when I think I hear something. But then the sound is gone so I don't think about it anymore.

I grab my back pack and head for my room to finnish off some math homework. When I enter, someone startles me. I turn on the light. It's just mom.

"Mom what the fuck where you doing in my bed room?! I'm your own da-!" I yell out in frustration, but stop at once.
I can see what she's holding in her hands.

My diary.

She just looks at me with that glance only a mother could give you. I just know she wants me to sit down on the bed opposite her.

"I just had to" she whispers. "But mom you understands that's my private stuff" I try, but realize she has already read it. It's not worth trying... She knows everything anyway.

And then the same stupid mom procedure follows.

"Megan, dear. You have been so absent for the past two months. As a mom, I had to check if things where all right, you know".

"I know, mom"

"But serously. All the time me and your father asked, you just answered the same".

What did you expect? t's not like you're my diary either.

My mom just goes on, telling me how I've acted lately. Like I haven't noticed it myself. How she "sensed something", when I didn't ask my father if he could help me study for the chemistry exam. Or, the night when I wasn't home until 8 pm the day after. Or when I went "shopping" with no money. What kind of crazy person notice suchs details? Or, when I didn't even react to my own boyfriend coming over. Or, one of the thousands I had in just a month. I don't say the last thing out loud.

"Megan?" My mom asks, bringing me back to her. Now, it comes. I take a deep breath. "I need you to answer some questions -honestly of course".

There are just the regular, like what I usually do alone in my room and what I did that night I didn't come home. I find myself thinking she hasn't read all the pages yet, but of cource she has.

"Megan, do you have something you wish to tell me? Is there someone you like? You know I won't hate you for this -I'm your mom".

"well okay," I say much more calm then I thought I would be. I've pictured this scene so many times. I would finnally open up to mom and tell her, and then I would cry my heart out. No, ugh, that's not you anymore Megan. You have changed.

And then I just say it. Mom hugs me and tell me that everything will be fine. "What about dad?" I ask. "Ehm... I will talk to him" she just replies.

I have a certain feeling he won't accept this as easy as my mom.

That I'm gay.