Scoring a Goal [✔]

10 ♒️ my girlfriend

a/n: the video at the side is a short film where being gay is the norm and being straight is not. watch it! it's very interesting.

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Ever since my date with Alex, I've been trying to bulk up the courage to tell my mom the news. I figured it wasn't right to hide my own girlfriend. There's been endless nights of her having to sneak through my bedroom window and exit quietly out the back door while my mom was asleep. It wasn't at all fair that Alex had to put up with that.

She, unlike myself, was out to her parents-- and has been for about three years. When they found out, they were quick to shower with hugs and dozens of I love you's. I could only hope my own mother would be as understanding and kind as hers.

Same with Amy. She's been out since the eighth grade, and even if she didn't verbally say it, everyone knew. I wished it were like that for me, but I was unfortunately one of those so-called lipstick lesbians, which made coming out without really saying it ten times harder.

I fumbled with my brain all night long, wondering which was the best way. It's not like I could just walk in the house wearing a gay pride flag like a cape, or cut my hair short, get gauges, and douse myself in flannels. Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple.

Finally after a long night of thinking, I decided it was just best to invite Alex over and introduce her to my mother as my girlfriend.

Within the next few days, I texted Alex to come over for dinner. She agreed and took me shopping the whole week, struggling to find something to wear.

"It's just dinner," I chuckled as she looked frantically through racks of shirts at American Eagle.

"Sar, I've gotta impress your mom. It's not just a dinner." It was sorta cute how she stressed so much over the idea of making a good impression.

I helped my mom chop carrots and make mashed potatoes to go in our homemade Shepard's Pie. I tried to focus on not cutting my fingers off, but my mind was elsewhere. It was nearing 6:30 and I haven't heard from Alex yet.

At 6:36 exactly, I heard a knock on the door. Hurriedly, I went to answer it. I flattened the wrinkles out of my clothes before opening the door.

She was dressed semi casual, in a plaid button up and black bow tie. The sleeves were rolled up and paired with a pair of slacks. "Hey, gorgeous," she smiled, holding another bouquet of flowers.

"Are those for me?"

"Stop being so cocky, their for your mother." I smiled sweetly and let her inside.

"Mom! She's here!" I called to her from upstairs. Originally, I had told her I was inviting a friend over for dinner but obviously, that wasn't the case.

She ran downstairs to greet us with a smile stuck to her cheeks.

"These are for you, Mrs. Hale," Alex handed assorted colored tulips to her.

"Why, thank you Alex. That's very kind of you," Mom took them from her and put them in a vase. Once she was done cutting the stems, I invited the two of them into the living room. I figured the big announcement wasn't something to discuss over dinner-- that it would be easier to do before hand.

I held Alex's hand, looking for a sign of comfort. With a few squeezes, she gave me a reassuring look. I took a few deep breaths, then began nervously,

"Mom, I'm sure you know Alex. But I haven't been completely honest with you..."

My throat was as dry as a desert. My eyes darted back to Alex for comfort, but she urged me to continue on, rubbing her thumb across my hand.

"Alex is my girlfriend."

All of a sudden, I watched the color drain from my mother's face. At that moment you couldn't tell what she was thinking. All there was was a blank expression, followed by a pale face. Then she said the words I dreaded hearing--

"Get out," she stood up and pointed her finger towards the door. "Get out."

"W-what?" My hands were shaking so badly I thought it would disconnect from my wrist.

"I don't want to be a part of your foolish acts,"

Alex stood up in disbelief, trying her best to reason with my mother. "Mrs. Hale, wait. This isn't what you--"

"I said, get out." Her voice increased another octave as she started sitting my belongings on the front porch. "I will not have a lesbian in my household," The way she said lesbian make me cringe. She made it sound as though it was some sick disease that had infected her daughter.

"Mom, why are you doing this? My own moth--"

"Sarah Jessica Hale, leave my sight at once! You are a disgrace to me!"

It was then that tears started pouring uncontrollably down my face. How could my own mother be kicking me out of the house? I never thought things would be this bad. If anything, I figured she would ignore me for a few days to take it all in. Instead, she threw me out on the street.

Before giving me a look that I'm sure could kill, she slammed the door. I was left crying on the front porch, Alex cradling me in her arms. She tucked strands of hair behind my ear as I lurched into her.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay," she tried to stay calm but you could hear her voice crack a bit.

"Where am I gonna go, Alex?" I said through heaving cries, "I have no where to go."

"You can stay with me for as long as you need to. I'll be here."

After hearing that, I hugged her a little tighter as I cried onto her chest.

What has my life turned into?

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a/n: dun-dun-DUNNN. So Sarah gets kicked out of her own house :( I'm sorry if this chapter was hard to read, but nonetheless, I hope you liked it. Please vote/comment/share, as everything is much appreciated! LOVE U GUYS <3<3<3 xx