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[ important a/n at the end! ]
BEADS OF SWEAT rolled across the sides of your face, your eyes fixed on the passing time displayed on the screen of your phone. It was currently 11:45 in the middle of the night, and fifteen minutes from now, the rather awaited month of June will take the lead in the calendar of every house in the neighborhood.
Why were you nervous? Of course, it's because you, are part of the LGBTQ community as well. You weren't ashamed that you weren't attracted to the opposite gender, and handled your mixed feelingsabout it well. Some of your friends at school knew about it and accepted you still when you came out of the closet last Pride Month; all that's left to take care of is your own family.
How would they react? Will they be happy for you or not? You didn't want to think what would happen next if they didn't. You thought about keeping it to yourself and never let them know - like, ever, because the fear you felt was overwhelming, but then you'll never break free from the open shackles that still kept you from escaping. The opportunity was there, alright; you just have to go for it and run.
But how?
Were you supposed to walk over to them and declare you weren't straight, like—"hey Ma, I'm gay,"? Should you buy one of those mugs that when you drink from it the bottom part reads "I'm gay" with rainbows all over? Asking anyone else in the family wasn't an option too, since they didn't have any clue as well. So—how, exactly?
Ping.
You reached for your phone. It was a message from your best friend.
hoe
10:31 PM
hoe
my lil bro is so damn
annoying. wanna kill the night
somewhere?
you
sure?? dk if they'll let me out this late lol
hoe
I say fuck it and whoop
outta ur window
you
k fine I'll text u when I'm at ur house
Seen
You sighed. Spending time somewhere else might do you good. You quickly grabbed your precious earphones and tucked it in one of your pockets along with your phone on the other. Let's just hope you don't cause enough ruckus to wake up the noisiest person in the house.
You were about to leave; hands holding onto the frames of your open window, and your feet, dangling from the edge, ready to fall on top of some wild bushes. Jumping quietly was all you could think about, but then you remembered something—no, thought of something.
You looked at an open notebook lying on the ground next to your bed, and smiled.
***
7:34 AM
Your mother had knocked four times on your door already. Breakfast was getting cold and she was getting angrier by the minute. What on Earth were you doing inside to not even hear her voice calling for you to come down in the kitchen?
Finally, she lost it. See here, she made a promise (involuntarily) to not just barge in your room. Everybody hated that. But now, if you weren't answering despite her loud knocks, the only way to enter was to open it whether you liked it or not.
"(Y/N) are you deaf?" She snapped. "How many times have I told you that breakfast is getting..." her voice faltered into complete silence once the moment she realized that the room was empty. No sign of (Y/N), just a couple of yesterday's dirty clothes on the floor after you showered.
A soft sigh was all your mother could make. She figured out maybe you went somewhere else earlier in the morning, and she'd have to scold you once you get home, but then her eyes caught a glimpse of a piece of paper that was neatly placed on your nightstand. A small lampshade held it down in place.
Upon closer inspection, she walked over to it with a small pit blooming in the bottom of her stomach. She had a vague idea about the whole scene before her, but she had to read it in order to confirm if the motherly instincts kicking in was unfortunately right.
Mom, Dad, and the rest of the fam,
I'm spending a few days somewhere with (B/F/N). Don't worry, I'm in good hands. We're not doing anything sketchy here, it's just the two of us going to places to rid of stress. You don't have to pick me up, I'll make sure to come home in one piece with my dignity and virginity intact lol. I'll bring home souvenirs for y'all too
Also, quick question: what's your opinion on one of your kids possibly being (insert sexual orientation)?
(Y/N)
The last line didn't need to be reread for her to understand what the letter meant. So, her son/daughter is (sexual orientation). Well... she couldn't emit a reaction to that right now. Instead of staying inside your room, she folded the letter into a neat square, tucked it inside one of the drawers on your nightstand, and left the room.
***
The (L/N) family had nothing to do in particular today. It's been two days since your mother last read the letter you left confessing about your true self. Well, it wasn't really a direct confession, per se, but it was an obvious clue as to what you meant to say.
For the last few days everyone was anxious about your current situation, believe it or not. Your mother was the most worried, even though your letter specifically said that you were in good hands and to not worry about you. Sure, you were (Y/A) years old and you can handle yourself, but the 'what ifs' your paranoid mother had was slowly making their way to her head.
Your mother turned to one of your siblings (cousins if you don't have one). She clutched the collar of her top. "Has (Y/N) sent you a text? Anything?"
"No," he/she replied. "I tried calling him/her, too, but it says she's out of coverage area."
Great. Her child was far away enough for calls to not reach him/her. "Oh my dear," she let out a hopeless sigh as she sunk into one of the armchairs. "What on Earth will I ever do?"
"He/She'll come around," your father reassured. He takes a sip on his cup of coffee and stares somewhere distant outside. "After all, (Y/N)'s not the same old child who lost his/her way in Home Depot's parking lot. He/She can handle him/herself."
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. It normally made quiet sounds when it rings, but it sounded so loud at that moment it echoed across the house. Everyone's head turned to the direction of the door, and watched as your mother bolted towards it in anticipation.
In front of her trembling body, was her child, standing right before her with a nervous look. For the first time in a while, she could see (Y/N)'s eyes. Not see, but see see. It wasn't just the color of his/her eyes that she saw - everything. Emotions that were buried deep inside, the urges you had suppressed for years. Everything. Everything everything.
"Mom..?" You squeaked after a full moment of silence. Your palms gripped onto the hem of your shirt tightly, and cold sweat beaded from the sides of your face. Waiting. Waiting for something like an answer. A reaction.
She didn't say anything. Instead, her arms were spread out wide and she walked closer to you, clasping them around your body as she pulled you into the warmest, accepting brace you've felt in years.
"You're back, oh my precious baby... you're finally back," she whispered next to your ear. Her hand rested on your (H/C) hair, stroking it over and over again as if you were a doll. She finally pulled away with a tear-stained face, and a goofy, toothy smile.
"Welcome home."
[ a/n ; happy pride month y'all ]
