All my stories are female reader pov. Unless specified.
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I don't write smut, I'm just not good at it
Trigger Warnings:
-violence/abuse
-self-harm/ hatred
- language
- depression
I met my girlfriend,Taylor about a month ago. We were introduced by some Friends at a party, and we just got along so well. She is gorgeous, funny, and doesn't judge me for being myself.
Right now, we are headed to my parents house. Taylor insisted that I introduce her to them. The problem is, they are strict Christians and don't even know that I am bisexual.
As we approach the front door, Taylor notices my shaking hands, she grabbed ahold my right one, giving it a small reassuring squeezing. My mom must have heard the car because she was already at the door, opening it before I could knock.
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She smiles and hugs me before welcoming me in. I nervously step inside with Taylor behind me, still holding my hand. I introduce Taylor to my mom, not yet explaining who she is.
" where's dad?"
" he is in the garage. Why don't you and your friend get a drink and I will get him"
As she steps away,Taylor grabs two glasses and I fill them with lemonade. I gulp it down, trying to swallow my nervousness with it. Taylor hugs me from behind and whispers in my ear that everything will be okay.
My parents then walk in and I take a deep breath, shying away from Taylor, and approaching the kitchen table where my parents are Sat.
" mom, dad, I really need to talk to you about something and I really would like you to listen to me"
" of course sweetie, go ahead" my mom says smiling
I glance at Taylor, who has once again taken hold of my hand, and take a deep breath before looking back at my parents.
" Taylor is my girlfriend " I say
"WHAT!" My dad yells, standing up from his chair, making my mother and I both jump in our seats. My mother grabs his arm, trying to calm him down, but not succeeding.
" we did not raise you this way, Y/N. You know better than this"
"Better than what dad, being with someone who makes my happy, being in love"
"Sir, I just want to say......".,Taylor begins, but is rudely interrupted
" Stop talking, I don't care "," Y/N, either you leave her or you leave this house...and if you do that,don't ever come back"
My mom is standing beside him, shocked and almost frozen
" but dad I..." I say but can't finish, through the tears that begin to fall and stain my cheeks
" no buts, you heard me, leave my house"
" fine" I grab Taylor's hand and walk towards the door. My mom, who is also beginning to cry, chases after me, pulling me in for a hug. She ask me to keep in touch with her, no matter what my dad said. I smile, thank her, and hug her again.
As we get in the car and drive away from my childhood home for what maybe the last time, I look over at Taylor.
" I'm sorry"
" for what, babe?"
" what my dad said, how he treated you"
" us, Y/N,...how he treated us. And it's okay, some people are just like that. But I have you and that is all that matters"
" your right,Tay. At least I still have my mom, and of course you"
She smiles at me and rubs my thigh. " damn, right you got me, and I'm not going anywhere" she reassured me, placing her hand on my thigh"... Except down on you" she smiles and winks at me, before turning to face the road, leaving my face flustered and my panties wet
