Chapter 5: come out

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Sunday
March 6 2012
4:37 PM
Melody's POV

"I need to talk with you." I sat up.

"Um alright."

"So I'm pansexual." I smiled a bit, hoping he'd accept me.

"For real?" It was hard to tell how he felt cause he was expressionless.

"Yea. I supposed if we're starting to get in a serious relationship, I'd tell you." I shrugged.

"Alright."

"Now we can go back to what we were doing." I pinned him to the bed and smirked.

"Get off of me." He pushed me to the ground making me hit my head.

"What? Why?" I stood up.

"You probably like Rosie! You guys always kiss each other's cheeks which was fine and all but you're pan so how can I trust you? I always thought well it's alright because she straight." He looked hurt but I was hurt the most.

"What are you saying?" I looked at me feet.

"We're done."

"So y-you're breaking up with me because of my sexuality?" My eyesight became blurry with my tears.

"Basically." He pushed me to the ground again and left the room.

"Wait..." I stood up and looked at him with my hurt eyes.

"What?"

"I hope you burn in hell you dumb bitch." I tried not to scream out right then and there.

He shrugged and left the room, leaving the house as well.

I ran out to the hall and just fell to my knees, balling my eyes out.

"What happened?" Gus ran over to my side.

"He broke up with me." I put my hand over my mouth.

"Why?"

"Because I'm pansexual." I clenched onto his shirt tightly and just sobbed.

"I'm so sorry." This was the first time I think ever that he showed sympathy for me.

Because back in middle school, we would get in each other's nerves and made it clear we hated each other but yet we still hung out with each other.

"I fucking hate him!" I screamed.

"Its ok. Ssh." He soothed me.

When I was in his arms I felt like nothing could happen, no one could hurt me, and I was completely safe.

"Who am I supposed to live with? Jada can't take me in for a whole month and now I'm gonna have to go to the foster system." I cried even harder if that was possible.

"Me. I know it's like, we hate each other and all but trust me, I care about you so much." He hugged me extremely tight and stroked my hair.

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