Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

4. Disgracer

"Really, you two? Stealing and Drinking?" my mother's voice stabbed my ears. "You think doing that stuff is okay, as long as you don't get caught?"

The building itself was relatively empty, and had really only been us and the officer at the front desk. Both her and my own parents had come, and were now drilling eyes into the both of us without hesitance or refrain. I had nothing to say, we had been caught and exposed in one fell swoop. The cop had explained all of it to them, from the stolen alcohol to what we were doing when she found us.

Despite what Grace had said at the park about being open and honest about our relationship, I had nearly begged the officer to hold off on it. It hadn't been because I didn't want anyone to know, it was because the timing was awful. We had been caught drinking and stealing, plus it was in the middle of the night. What was I going to say after all that? "Hey, mom and dad, I'm dating Grace."? That probably wouldn't have turned out too well.

Even so, she hadn't held back at all. From how the beer brand matched the stolen brand to how it appeared that we were osculating in a sexually aggressive manner. She said it all, leaving nothing for us to say or explain, because she had pegged every last detail. The only thing neither of us said was that we were dating. After that, we were about as clear-cut as a piece of glass.

"Well, do you have anything to say for yourselves?"

"It was all my idea. I stole the alcohol and I twisted her hand until she decided to sneak out." I bit my lip as I stood up straight, taking it all. "Grace hasn't done anything wrong. It was all me, from the start. I'm sorry for everything I've done."

As I stood upright, I felt Grace's finger latch onto one of my own. All that existed for the second time that night was the silence of doubt. However, something new had made it's way in: Judgement. The sights that had been laid on me were not of those I was used to feeling or seeing from either of our parents. They were looking at me with the judgment of a criminal, of someone who had done the world wrong - they were looking at me the same way they looked at Brian before he left.

Judge. Judge. Judge. They could've judged me all they wanted to, but I wasn't going to break away from the girl behind me - no matter what they had to say. If that meant taking her away, I would have went around the world. If that meant hiding, I would have went six feet under. There was nothing they could do break me when it came to Grace. They would have to kill me.

"I think that's quite enough, L." my dad intervened. "You sound like you know you've messed up and that you're sincerely sorry. So, how about we all just leave it here?"

My dad was the soft parent, the one who gave into the begging and the one who couldn't say no to me. He always accepted my apologies, but made sure I had known what I had done or did. If it hadn't been for him, I probably would have been grounded a lot more than I was. My mom was forced to play the hardass, the one who dealt the punishments because my dad was too soft to actually give any.

"Not quite." Grace's father spoke. "Besides the stealing, which is something Grace would never think of doing, what is this I hear about kissing? I'd like to think that this is a misunderstanding."

"It was the alcohol." I lied, unsure of how to continue. "I was just wondering what kissing a girl was like, and the beer made it easier. That is my fault, too. I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch."

It felt like I was punched in the chest by a heavyweight boxer with a vendetta against me. We had lied so many times about our relationship before, so why had it hurt then? Why was lying to protect so painful even when it was for the person you loved? It hurt. It made me want to fall over and disappear to somewhere better, somewhere far away. Somewhere that had been away from here.