OUT (Girl X Girl)

Chapter Eighteen: The Truth

Coming out is never easy. No matter how accepting people can be, there will always ups and downs. For every person that welcomes their realization with open arms, there is another who treats them like they are a different person. At first, my family didn’t know how to respond but they eventually treated me like they used to. Others aren't so lucky.

Ivy wasn’t so lucky.

And the pressure of just possibly being outed got to the blond and less than thirty seconds ago she gently set the garment bag she was holding onto the kitchen counter and locked herself in Ebony Thema’s guest bathroom. I glance towards Heather and I can tell she feels guilty. Her little remark did more damage to the egotistical bitch than she thought

“I didn’t think she’d react like that,” Heather says.

Lauren sighs and sets her coffee on the counter, “It’s not like we didn’t know. It was pretty obvious. Plus, she really needs to change the password on her phone.”

“What are you talking about?” says Heather.

“Your gaydar is broken,” Lauren mutters. “A few weeks ago her phone kept going off so I answered it and spoiler alert, her password is her birthday. But that’s not important. What is important are the promiscuous photos a Miss Chelsey Baxter sent to a certain blond.”

Heather’s eyes widened, “Holy shit I was just teasing her earlier I didn’t know she swung the other way,” she says slightly panicked, “If I knew I would not have said anything like that. I know what it’s like hiding in a closet. I should go talk to her.”

I shake my head, “I’ll go. She let it slip a few months back when she was plastered at a party so it will be less pressure if she talked to me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Heather questions.

I shrug, “It wasn’t my shit to tell. Plus, I promised a drunk and vulnerable queen bitch I wouldn’t.” I plant a kiss on top of Heather’s head, “I’ll be right back.”

I make my way towards the the bathroom and hear sniffles coming from the other side of the door. I gently knock on the door and the sniffling stops.

“Ivy,” I begin in a soft voice, “It’s Elizabeth. Can I come in?” There is no response after a few seconds. I try to turn the door handle, but there is something blocking the door. “Please Ivy? I just want to talk for a bit.”

I hear a bit of russleing from behind the door and I faintly hear a ‘come in’. When I open the door I see Ivy Bates sitting on the white marble floor, crying. There is mascara running down her face, her knees are pulled against her chest, and her arms are tightly wrapped her legs. I sit down on the floor next to her and rub her back to try to comfort her. And rubs her grey eyes with the palms of her hands and roughly pushes my arm off of her back.

“I don’t need your pity, Lizzy,” Ivy says in a broken tone.

“I know.” I say, “You need a friend.”

Ivy scoffs, “I don’t need anymore ‘friends’. Everyone that gets close to me ends up shitting all over me.”

“There must be someone that truly cares about you.”

She releases a dark chuckle, “That’s fucking hilarious, Lizzy.”

“What about Chelsey? I thought you two were pretty close.”

Ivy shakes her head, “It’s more physical than anything else.”

“I thought-”

“Well you thought wrong. Our relationship is so fucked up. It always has been and always will be. Do you want to know why I was hammered at her party?” I nod and Ivy takes a deep breath, “We were playing spin the bottle in the basement and Chelsey spun. It landed on me and the kiss got a little heated. Somebody took a picture and I knew my dad would get ahold of it eventually because he always tries to wiggle his way into my life. So I thought if I get really drunk then I could play it off like I didn’t know what I was doing. He didn’t buy it. The only reason I got to stay in the house is because my mother vouged for me. I’m pretty sure she knows but just doesn’t want to accept it.”