I was 14, a girl I was experimenting with and I were at my house alone. Or so we thought. Things were getting hot and heavy when my father bursted into my room. He immediately tore us apart yelling and screaming. My father started tearing things apart screaming at us about how we are disgraces to our families. The girl snuck out of my room, tears rolling down her soft cheeks. My mother quietly peaked her head around the doorframe, disgust and rage in her eyes. My father throwing things, grabbing me and hitting me. My mother watching not saying a word, just watched. After a while my mother finally stepped in and told him that was enough.
After that I don't know how it happened all I know is that it did. My parents and I went to the circus, I had thought that my father finally forgave me or atleast forgot, when I was grabbed by the ring master and his son. I was dragged into a tent with a few clowns, where i was told to stay put or there would be repercussions. I looked through a hole in the striped tarp of the tent to see the ring master paying my parents.
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The Life of Toxic Licorice
General FictionToxic Licorice is a clown at a traveling circus. This is the story of her demise and uprising. The story of her life as a lesbian in a time where she would be killed for being out.
