Forbidden Love (Scrapped)

Chapter 36

My father wanted to hold a reception at the house for family amd close friends, so that is where I am at now; counting down the minutes till I can leave and stop fake smiling.

"Willow."

I tilt my head down and force a fake smile before looking at the next person to give their condolences. I look up tonsee Marilyn and my favorite cousin Louise.

"Oh don't do that," Louise says. "We know you better than anyone and definitely when your smile is false."

Louise is two years older than me however her, Marilyn, and I grew up spending time with each other until Louose and her family moved three years ago.

"Sorry," I shake my head. "I have been fake smiling all day with everyone."

"The only person that I have seen you laugh with all day is that beauty over there." I turn my head to see who Louise is pointing at and I see Adelaide talkimg with Lydia. "Who is she anyway?"

"She," I pause. Questioning if I should be honest or not. "Is a friend."

"Just a friend?" Marilyn raises an eyebrow.

Louise looks at us questioning. "Willow what does she mean?"

I look at my lap.

"Marilyn?" She asks.

"I don't want to turn any attention away from my mom today." I say.

"And you won't," Marilyn says. "Today is about your mom. But when is the next time all three of us with be in the same place at the same time? Louise is in college and you are in California. I am almost four months pregnant. Willow, it is okay."

I nod my head.

"Louise, I'm gay."

"Awe Willow," she smiles and squeezea mg hand. "Not surprising."

"What?" I chuckle .

"So," Marilyn cuts in. "Who's the chick?" She points to Adelaide.

"I have feelings." I nod my head.

"Is there reciprocation?" Louise asks.

I am silent.

"Willow!" The two girls squeal.

"How old is she?" Louise asks. "She look a little older; maybe my age?"

"She is older than me..."

"By how much?" Marilyn asks.

"Six years..." I whisper.

"Twenty-four?" Louise asks. "Are you both dating? Where did you meet?"

"Willow!" I hear someone call my name.

I turn my head to see my father and get up and walk over. He leads me into his study and i follow.

"Here is the account with your inheritance from your mother." He hands me a folder with papers. "I just wanted to tell you, your mother loved you. She loved you more than anything in the world. You were everything to her. Don't ever question that."

I feel a couple tears fall.

"Thank you." I nod my head and begin to stand up.

"And I do too," he says. "Love you. I just want you to be happy. I want you to go to heaven. I want you to see your mom when you leave this world. I want to walk you down the aisle. I wa-"

"Dad," I interrupt him so he can not continue, "you have ruined any chance you had of giving me away. I will be out of town before this evening, and please, do not contact me unless it is to tell me you completely support who i am. You have caused me enough pain."

I walk out of his study, grab a bottle of red wine and a wine glass, and walk outside the house. I pour the drink into the glass and take a big gulp, sobbing through it all.

I can not believe my father. My mother just died and he has the audacity to tell me that I wont see my mom after I die. To tell me that he loves me even though he kicked me out. Some kind of love.

"Babe?" Adelaide comes out of the house as I finish the glass.

I pour myself another glass and take a smaller drink than the ones i took.

Adelaide sits next to me on the step in front of the door and takes the glass from me before taking a sip.

"Hey!" I pout. "That's mine."

"Yes," she nods her head. "Until someone walks out of that door and sees an underage girl drinking alcohol."

"Whatever," I grab the bottle and take a drink from it.

"Willow," Adelaide scolds. "This is not going to help you. Nothing is going to help you except for crying."

"No," I shake my head. "The only thing that will help me is if I marry a nice guy and have a couple kids. Because according to my father, i am going to hell and I won't see my mother after i die. And he wont come to my wedding. And for some reason, i actually believe him. I am going to hell."

By the end of my drunken rant I am crying. My head hurting more and more with how much i cry.

Adelaode wraps her arms around me and I bury my face into her neck and cry.

"I just miss her so mucb Adelaide," i sob. "I just want to talk to her again. To help me through life. To help me forget about my father."

"Oh My darling," she grabs my face and looks me in the eyes. "You, Willow Fields, are most definitely not going to hell. I k ow how i to your faith you are, i know that you mess up and make mistakes, but i know that you genuinely feel guilt. I know that you try to be the best person you possibly can be. You are so empathetic and humble. Trust me, I know that you are not going to hell."

I begin to sob again.

"Can we just go home?" I ask her. "To the beach house?"

She nods her head. "Of course."

We walk back inside and Adelaide puts the wine glass in the sink and the bottle im the kitchen while i walk over to Marilyn and Louise.

"So Adelaide and I are in a relationship," I say as soon as i walk up to them, "she is amazong and wonderful and beautiful. She is also my teacher, so there's that. And also, I think I may love her. Anyways, I have already faved enough resentment today from not only myself, but from my father so if you both could, just spare all the reasons this relationship is wrong."

They both stand up and hug me.

"As long as she treats you right and you treat her right," lousie says, "I will stand by your side."

"Louise is so right," Marilyn returns. "You're our girl."

"Also, are you drunk?" Louise asks.

"Very much." I nod my head.

I return their embrace and thank them and promise to call. I then walk over to Lydia and Sam to say goodbye.

They promise to send me an invitation to their wedding and the opening to Lydia's restaurant.

I walk over to my father's study and knock on the door.

"I'm leaving, dad." I tell him.

"Thank you for coming, Willow."

I nod my head.

"Bye Dad."

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So it is 9 o'clock and I am exhausted. I had to go into work at 8 today.

Also this story is a rollercoaster.

And i am feeling kinda lonely and I really wamt a girlfriend. Why wont anyone love me.

Alzo i want in n out