She Is, Was, Will Be [girlxgirl]

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Lisana

Pleasing people is one of the things I do best. Whether it is my family members, my teachers, my relatives, or whomever I seemed fit to be pleased. I have lived my whole nineteen years of existence based on other people’s reaction of me. I may have enjoyed the attention of being perfect to everyone’s eyes, but as time passes, I am bit by bit getting sick of it. Being nineteen and living your life based on other’s opinion isn’t fun at all. I sometimes just sit and watch some people of my age enjoy by doing what they want even though it’s against what people dictate to be the norms. The only thing that they have no control of and what actually strings me from being myself, is my sexuality.

“Dad, come on,” I whined to his impromptu suggestion—for me to be thrown out of town and to do what I wasn’t supposed to be doing. He is now smiling at me like he had just found out the solution to all of his problems as he reclined backwards of his unexplainably expensive office chair. Rubbing his chin, he pretends to consider something else.

He knows that I will agree to this, and he just wants to press the issue harder by saying, “Hey, you need to get your lazy ass and do something productive for once.” I groaned in frustration from being called a lazy ass. It was one of the adjectives he knew to be most inaccurate to describe me, and knows it gets on my nerves.

“And you could go horseback riding there, do other stuff that you could do there with your cousins that you couldn’t do here. It’ll be great!” He exclaimed, pleased with himself. I considered the thought already, and the idea doesn’t sound that bad if you weigh the pros and cons. I could actually be myself there, with no pretension and expectations of any kind.

“Ugghhhh. Okay, okay. Why do you want to get rid of me in the first place?” I asked, even though I exactly knew why. He wanted me appreciate what we have, but he for one; already knows how much I appreciate it.

I know he doesn’t really want to get rid of me, but my comment hurt his dad-ego slightly. “I am not getting rid of you, Lizy, and you know that. And it’s a good place there, you know. New surroundings, new people, new love life. You can stop working anytime you want, it was just a suggestion, actually,” he explained with a soft face as if really giving me a choice, but I knew better.

His comment really ticked me off so I answered quickly, “What does my love life has anything to do with this? And I already agreed,” not waiting for his response as I walked out of the door. Here we go again. It has been a while that he has been trying to get me off the fact that I don’t date guys, and I am now learning to retaliate.

I went to my room and got all my important stuff, not including clothes since I know that he had someone packing for me while talking with me in his office, when the phone started blaring its stupid ringtone.  I stopped packing and immediately answered the phone, already knowing who’s on the other line.

Unmistakably, it was his voice that I heard saying, “The plane is ready, Lizy.” Of course it is. He’s being the control freak that he is with his associates, and now I am starting to realize what his business partners must feel when he is being one.

“Okay, dad. I’ll get going. Bye,” I abruptly said, then hang up.

Let’s see where this experience will be going.

The trip was faster than I anticipated that I didn’t have the chance to sleep because I was too busy enjoying bird’s eye view that I didn’t realize that we were already here. After the plane landed smoothly on a private airport, I got out timidly and was immediately greeted by a man. I noticed he is wearing black sunglasses and a crisp black suit as he opened the door of a limousine.