A New World (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 24

"Well, Mac, I've got to get back to work. Sue's gonna kill me if she finds out I stayed on break an extra hour." His muscular arm jots down something on a napkin before he turns to leave. Bringing the napkin towards me, I see that he's left his number behind along with a little message.

"Hey, so I hoped my little chat cheered you up or helped you get outta your funk! You're too nice a girl to let you past have control over you. Chat me up whenever.
P.S. Your past isn't something that people will judge you for. It was out of your control. "

A smile plays upon my face as I fold the napkin and tuck it into my pocket. My phone vibrates for the thousandth time and I finally relent and check whoever had been harassing my inbox. Sighing, I read all of Samantha's angry messages, demanding that I come home right away. Taking out my wallet, I leave my money on the table and get up to leave. As I'm walking towards the exit, I notice that the five girls are still there and when they notice me, they begin to stare. Again. Ignoring them, I tug my gloves on and race out to my car.

Fumbling with the keys, I'm stopped by a soft hand wrapping around my forearm. Not even having to look up, I already know it's her.

"How've you been? You weren't a practice today and ignored everyone's phone calls. Does your head still hurt?" She asks, her voice laced with concern and genuine care. I just shake my head, not meeting her gaze. Taking a step forward, she moves her hands to my hips, making it impossible to not just give in right now. To beg for her forgiveness and pray that she doesn't hate me.

"What did I do wrong, Gwen?" Her soft voice asks, breaking me into a million pieces. Why can't I get over myself? "Please answer me..." She whispers, trying her hardest to not cry in front of me. Still not saying a word, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into the warmest embrace that I could muster. Her flood gates finally overflow as she cries into me. The confusion of not knowing what she did to deserve my silent treatment and not knowing if I'm okay, finally breaking her.

She shouldn't cry for me. She shouldn't put herself through this pain, just for me. After minutes of standing in the bitter cold with her, she begins to relax.

"You've done nothing wrong, okay? And don't you ever blame yourself. I just can't get over myself and..and I'm sorry okay. Just always know that I'm sorry. " With that, I release her, even though my body and heart wanted to do the exact opposite, and climb into my truck.

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"And why do you think that's a good idea?" Samantha inquires, swirling her wine as she studies my face thoughtfully.

"It would be better for both of them and you know it. How often do you spend time with them? When was the last time you threw a birthday party for your daughter? Look, Samantha, you and I both know that their father will give them all that you never could."

She scoffs at my response, downing the rest of the contents in her glass. Her husband, beer in hand and eyes trained on me, is listening but not hearing. He's just there. Turning to him for reassurance, she grips his hand, silently begging that he defend her.

"She's right Sam. Get 'em out. They just take up space. With them gone, we'll have more time for us." He adds, swallowing some of his warm liquid but Samantha just looks torn between her decisions and it pisses me off. What kind of mother would be torn between keeping her kids or giving them up so that she can spend more time on herself. Why even have kids if you can't handle them. Nervously chewing on the inside of her cheek, she takes out her phone, calling my uncle.

"Hey, we've uh, we've got to go to court for this....Yeah, you have them and I'll get them every month for a weekend.... Yeah that's it, what else do you want me to say?.... Don't even--" She sighs as the line goes dead, tears running down her face. She looks up at me, a mixture of hatred and sorrow laced on her features. "If they go, you go too. I don't want you in this house any longer."

I remain leaning against the door frame, listening to her accuse me of her broken family. The wine, taking affect, strengthens her as she continues her rant, demanding that I leave by tonight. With a sigh, I turn, leaving her screaming down the hall as I call up Rick.

"Hey. I just kinda got kicked out.... Yeah, it's whatever I'll be fine. Yeah I just need your help packing... 10089 Captains Avenue.... Thanks bud."

Hanging up the phone, I begin packing, slightly excited to be out of this house. Thirty minutes later Rick walks in and before he gets to work, wraps me in a hug and apologizing for something that isn't his fault. We pack in silence, his phone going off occasionally, until about one in the morning.

"Do you have a place to stay?" He asks as he brings down my last box, placing it in my truck bed.

"Yeah, I'm probs just gonna crash in my truck till I can contact a realtor tomorrow." He looks at me, shocked, and I just laugh. "My parents left me some money behind before they passed. So really, don't worry about me. I'm a big girl. And thank you. For all this. It's been a day and you're already helping me move."

He just smiles before engulfing me in a hug. He offers to rent out his spare room but I politely decline. After our hundredth hug, he leaves and speeds off back home. I lazily climb into my truck, chucking my phone into the passenger seat. With one last look at the house, I start my truck and drive away from the prison that was my "home" for too long.

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So what do you guys think? Should Samantha have fought more for her kids? Should she have kicked Gwen out?
Please comment and/or vote. I would really appreciate it. Thanks all.