Chapter 1

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Currently, I am sitting in my room on my bed reading Pride and Prejudice. Many people do not appreciate classic literature because of the old English, but personally, I love it. It improves my ability to read, but all in all, it's just so good. Current romance novels are quick for people to end up together, but I like it when I read stories where people need to face struggles in order for them to be together. It makes the story so much better.

"Willow, please come downstairs," my father calls. "Your mother and I need to speak with you."

I set my book on my nightstand. What could they want? I've done my chores. School is starting next week and I am all prepared for my last year of school. Unless....No that is impossible. There is no way they figured it out.

"Coming!"

I shake my head as I walk down the stairs, slightly nervous as to why my parents need to talk to me. One specific reason running through my head.

"Yes, sir?" I say as I sit on the couch in the living room, across from my parents. "Is everything alright?"

"No, Willow."

Oh no.

"Well, your mother and I noticed that you have been distant. Like you are hiding something. Are you okay? Would you like to tell us anything?"

Fuck.

I can only shake my head.

"I figured. So we went through your messages. And we were not ecstatic to read a message sent to Marilyn that you are gay," my father continues.

There it is.

I can't speak. Great, now I'm crying.

"You know that this is not the way of God. It is sinful, and the only solution is to repent. I can't accept this."

The tears are itching my face and I want to wipe them away, I just can't get myself to move. I'm as still as a statue.

"However, we also want you to go to heaven. So we decided on sending you to Sacred Heart. They do not know the reason of why we are sending you there, but your mother and I feel that the best choice for you is to be in an all day Christian setting."

"When do I leave?" I managed to say.

"You leave on Friday. Your plane leaves at six o'clock in the morning so you need to be packed by tomorrow night. School starts Monday. We wanted you to go to church there to get the feel of it." Today is Wednesday. How in the world am I supposed to have all my necessary belongings spaced by tomorrow night?

"We love you, sweetheart, and we only want the best for you. We truly believe that this will be good for you." my mom finally says something.

"Well, I'm going to go pack."

I walk upstairs slowly, tears streaming down my face. I can't believe they know now. And they aren't okay with it at all. And they're sending me away.

Once I get to my room I fall onto my bed, sobbing. Before falling asleep, the last thing I see is Pride and Prejudice on my nightstand.

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Later that night

I haven't gone downstairs since the conversation with my parents. I'm really hungry, but I can't face them. I can't believe they think that it was okay to go through my personal messages. How do you justify that? Yes, I am their daughter, but I'm also a human being. If I were to go through their things they would see it as disrespect, but they make it seem like they are being good parents.

There is a knock on my door.

"Come in." I say.

"Hey, hon. I just brought you a couple boxes and a suitcase. Your father and I will be heading to bed now. There is spaghetti on the island in the kitchen. It's still a little warm, but I'd suggest to microwave it. I love you, Willow. Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Thank you, mom," I say as she closes the door.

I don't really know how my mom feels about this. She didn't really say anything earlier. So I don't really know how she feels. But that's also the thing, she didn't say anything. I need to know how she feels about this.

I head to the kitchen to finally eat. Spaghetti. My favorite. What a coincidence.

As I put my food in the microwave, I replay the conversation that occurred earlier. Trying to make the fact that my parents know I'm gay sink in. It dawns on me that I didn't even get to tell them. Everyone has these coming out stories, negative and positive, I get to tell people that my parents invaded my privacy.

My food finished warming and I sit at the island to eat.

As I spin my noodles on to my fork, I look around the kitchen. This is one of the last times that I will sit in this room and eat for a year. I will be across the country for a year. And I also have no one to talk to about this. I am an only child, and my only friend, Marilyn, cut me out of her life when I told her I am gay. She is also the daughter of two conservative Christians. However, she was the one who ended up like our parents.

When I finish my food, I wash and dry my plate and the rest of the dishes in the sink. After, I go into the living room to watch Netflix, but after two long minutes I have to leave because the memory of the conversation I had with my parents lingers.

As I head back to my room, tears fall. How am I supposed to deal with my best friend and my parents not accepting me and knowing, when I am not fully okay with it myself? It is hard enough with all the conflicts in my head, but to have to hear it from someone else. It just confuses me even more. Being a Christian and gay doesn't help either. I have grown up in the church and love it. I love going to church and singing hymns. I am one of the main people to read scripture. But, I know who I am. And it is hard to make those two fit together.

I look around my room after getting settled into bed. I really need to get packed, but I didn't have the energy today.

I turn off my lamp and lay my head on my pillow. And I cry myself to sleep.

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Author's Note

Hi everyone! This is my first book ever. So my writing isn't great. I honestly have no idea what I am doing so leave tips! Also, Willow, is based me. And actually, the conversation she and with her parents and how they found out is how my parents found out and how they reacted but my parents were much worse. I wasnt sent away to a Christian school, and I didn't have a relationship with a teacher, but I did have a crush on one so I don't know. But yeah. Thanks for reading!







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