Pride

15

I quickly ran into my room, grabbed my bag and shoved clothes into it.

"I can't deal with these fuckers. I seriously can't." I kept mumbling to myself.

I grabbed my phone and dialled John's phone number, I took everything that was dear to me.

Making my way down the stairs and into the garage, after a while I heard his voice.

"What's up, my dude?" he asked, the pressing on his keyboard going through the speaker as well.

"They fucking manipulated her. They told her I pushed her in front of the car. I'm done with this shithole. I'm moving out, I'll stay at your place and then I'll think of what to do next."

"Damn, Bob. Want me to pick you up? I really don't want you to leave some of your stuff there. I could borrow the car from my big brother." John suggested

"No, it's alright. I'll go there with my bike." I mumbled, turning the engine on.

"Like you say. See you soon then. I'll prepare something to eat and drink, as well as some pillows and blankets." He said, and then ended the call.

I sighed, and slowly drove out the garage.

"HEY LOSER!"

Looking up to my bedroom window, I saw Joanna holding my guitar case.

"Shit" I cursed under my breath, remembering how I forgot about that.

"You forgot something important, well not like I care. Seeing as how much of a LOVELY brother you are. Sarcasm intended." She yelled.

After that, everything felt slow.

I watched, my heart breaking into pieces, as the case fell down from the window.

It shattered into millions of pieces, the guitar that I worked so hard for.

It was still inside, but damaged.

Just like the relationship I had with these people.

Out of anger, I drove away as fast as I could.

As far away from this toxic family as I could.

All I did was come out years ago, now they manipulate people to be on their side.

It's no fucking disease.

It's no demon inside of me.

It's just me, the real me.

Well, mostly broken me now.......

- Meanwhile -

-??? POV-

I was working with dad on another customers car. My face had some splashes of black oil on my face. Wiping it off with my left hand.

I got up from the floor and went to wash my face.

- 5 years ago - 

Hi, I'm Marzia Roché. I'm from Italy and well this is my story.

It started with my mom and dad, they met and well got married after 2 and a half years.

After some time my big brother, Diego Roché, was born. He was a very energetic baby, always running around. His favorite past time was chasing around our dog, Bella.

Then a few yeas later I arrived, and as I continued growing up I found out something about myself. 

I like girls. 

And now my coming out story!

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Sorry for such a short chapter
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