" no don't. please tell me you didn't mean any of this!" my mom yelled," I didn't waste 18 years raising a lesbian!"
"I can't believe you would embarrass me like this" my mom said rubbing her temples.
I could barely get a word in. I just sat there and took it.
" you are supposed to like boys not girls that dress like boys!"
she was not gonna start ripping on billie now, i'm not gonna let her.
"mom I love her..." I cried out
"well she doesn't love you, who could love someone as disgusting as you, a lesbian?"
umm another lesbian?? stupid.
" you're not gonna see that one ever again" she shouted
watch it mom
" what was she wearing, basic lesbian style... dressing like a boy" my mom said rolling her eyes
" you're not going to see her, ever!" my mom was boiling over with anger
" ugh how could you do this to me! I'm going to be the biggest joke in this town, well aside from you.. ugh!" my mom said slapping me in the face repeatedly.
I've had enough, I can understand being mad but hitting me oh hell no, you think you don't know who I am any more? who the hell are you slapping your own kid?
I pushed her off me, my mom fell back and landed on the ground hard.
" oh my god mom" I said rushing over to her
" don't call me that! I'm not your mother and you're not my Katherine... I don't know you anymore." she said backing away
" mom just let me help you" I said trying to help her up
she smacked my hand out of the way,
" you've done enough! just get out!" she yelled going hoarse
I froze... she wants me to leave?
" GET OUT" she said snapping once again, "pack you're things and get out of my house" she said getting up and exiting my room... well my old room.
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I grabbed a couple suitcases packing my clothes and anything I thought I'd want to hold onto, soaking them all in my tears.
my room looked so empty by the time I finished.
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I grabbed my now packed bags and headed downstairs crying, I couldn't just leave the house I grew up in. I stepped outside with keys in hand ready to crash at the nearest hotel or with my friend, Jayda. I don't know how I could face Billie after my mom yelled at her like that.
the thought of it killed me, I can't relive that again.
I opened my trunk placing my suitcases in it.
my mom walked out of the house, I was hoping she had changed her mind but no...
" that's not your car anymore, it belongs to me, find another way off my property" she grabbed my things and threw them out of the trunk. she walked inside, no goodbye.
I broke down again, all of this was so overwhelming. my head was spinning. I turned around to pick up my spilled things
thanks mom
That's when I saw Billie's car parked in the same spot across the street.
she sat in the drivers seat with her hands and head rested on the steering wheel. she looked broken. This was my fault.
She looked up and saw me staring she opened the door and ran over to me hugging me tightly. I never wanted to let go, she was all I had left.
"Billie,I'm so sorry" I said crying
"it's not your fault it's mine" she said stroking my back," I should've been more discrete."
"it's not yours either my mom is just- not who I thought she was" I said sniffling
Billie let go of me to pick up my bags
" c'mon let's go to my place" she said with a light smile
I nodded
I was happy to have more time with Billie but I didn't want to feel like a burden.
