walk me home // crygi

eleven

Gigi's POV

March 21st
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I turn off my phone as I get into my car. I felt sick. Crystal left with Daya, even though I planned on going with her. Violet has ruined our whole night. Crystal wasn't really worried about it, but I couldn't stop shaking. I guess she was already out to her parents, however I was definitely not.

I finally get home and sneak into my house. I walk up to my room quietly, and start to take off my makeup.

They didn't see it, it's 1am. There's no way that they have seen it.

I kept replaying the whole situation in my head, I thought Violet was my friend. I mean, she was never like Jaida or Jan, I knew I couldn't really count on her. But I would never have expected her to stab me in the back like this. I get up from my vanity and take off my shirt, I climb into bed anxiously and try to slow down my racing thoughts so I could sleep. As I finally begin to drift off, my mind wonders to Crystal and her hand in mine.

...

It's almost 1 pm when I roll out of bed. I haven't bothered to plug my phone in when I got home, so it was dead. I quickly plugged it in and went to the bathroom to shower. Before I could get in, my Dad calls me from downstairs.

Shit.

I brush my teeth and flatten down my hair that was still knotty from the night before. I grab a shirt from the laundry basket and head downstairs to my Mom and Dad sitting at the table, eating lunch.

"Looks good" I say happily, as I walk into our kitchen and head to the fridge to get some water. My dad is still reading on his computer, and my mom smiles stiffly. I continue to get my water, waiting for either one to actually say something, since they called me down.

"Where were you last night?" My mom asks softly, still not looking at me.

"I was at Naomi's house, at a party" I say, not lying to them. I was always honest with my parents, and they knew I went to parties.

"Why did I get sent a post today, from one of my friends at work" My dad starts, making me hold my breath. "Of you in bed with some other girl".

I froze.

"The caption is even better" He says getting upset. "The cutest lesbian couple in L.A". I look down at the ground, not sure what to say.

"So you.. you have a girlfriend?" My mom asks, looking at me.

"It's not like that" I reply.

"So you're not all in this random girl's neck and holding hands in bed?" My dad asks turning to me.

"Okay, yeah I am, but we are just friends" I say, with tears welling in my eyes.

"So you're telling me this is a mistake and my daughter doesn't like girls" My mom asks, with hope in her voice. I knew she felt for me, she always was on my side in any fight or situation, she was trying so hard to be on it in this one.

"I uh..." I start, wishing someone would just break in and shoot me now. "I do, like girls" I say softly, my cheeks turning red. My mom looks at my Dad, and my dad just looks at the ground. "I like boys too, I'm not you know, a lesbian. I think I'm bi" I say in attempts to make it better. "But we weren't doing what you think we were, and I don't have a girlfriend I promise". Tears start to fall down my face, I can feel their disappointment fill the room. My parents have always been homophobic, my dad was really conservative and my mom was religious. They weren't the violent and hateful kind, but the disappointment in their eyes was not any better.

"Dad please, it's not what it looks like" I say pleading. "Someone posted that to make you think that, to start shit. I swear".

"Get out" My dad says softly.

"What?" I ask quietly my eyes wide. My mom starts to cry.

"I can't do this right now" He says looking at me.

"Honey" My mom says looking at him. I bite my tongue to stop from crying harder.

"I just need some time, please gigi, go." He says softly, but with an angry tone.
I wanted to ask him how long. I wanted to scream, or cry, or beg for them to change their mind. Instead I quietly turned around and walked upstairs.

I refused to cry until I was out of that house. One thing my dad always taught me, was to not let people know you were hurt. Something about vulnerability is a sign of weakness. I grab a weeks worth of clothes and my makeup bag into my pink track bag from freshman year. I grab my phone and my charger and throw it in the bag. I change my clothes and attempt to brush out my hair. I put on a little bit of mascara and take deep breaths in the mirror.

I walk downstairs, not making eye contact with them the whole time.

"Gigi honey, wait" my mom says to me, but I was about to explode. I ignored her and continued to walk until I was outside. I got into my car, slammed the door and started it. I didn't even put on my seat belt before I quickly pulled out of the drive way and down the road. Once I was down the road away from my house, I pulled over and took out my phone.

I didn't know who to call.

I wanted to call Violet and scream at her but, I also wanted to be comforted by Jaida and her drugs. I was too overwhelmed, so I turned off my phone and turned off my car on the side of the road.

I started to cry, hard.

The kind of crying that makes your throat hurt almost as bad as your chest. It felt like I was crying for hours. I was so angry, and upset. I wanted to blame someone, or punch something, but I couldn't think clear enough to do either. Just then, I notice someone slowing down and pulling up next to me. I stop crying and wipe my face. They stop next to my car and roll down their window, and I do the same.
She had already seen me crying, no point in hiding it now.

"Hey girl, you alright?" Daya asks me from her car, looking behind her to make sure no one else was coming.

"Oh yeah I'm great" I say sarcastically, and she gives me a sad smile.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

"Not really sure to be honest, I don't have anywhere to go" I reply. She looks down, i'm assuming at her phone and then looks back at me.

"Follow me" She says. I sigh and nod. I turn my car back on and follow her through the streets of L.A, distracting myself with shitty pop music on the radio.

...

After a short drive, we finally get to Crystal's house. I was relieved. However, I also acted like nothing was wrong when we last saw each other. She didn't care about Violet posting the picture. Despite her catholic background, her parents were fine with her being Pan. She never gave a shit about what people thought about her either, so I just pretended it was the same for me. I didn't know how to tell her my parents weren't okay with it, but I also didn't expect for them to kick me out so easily.

"Come on, if you can't stay here then you can stay at my house" Daya says at the door of my car. I nod and wipe my eyes as I get out and grab my bag. Daya walks in ahead of me, as I shut my car door. I pull out my phone and see texts from Violet and my mom.

Mom: Please be safe sweetie. We'll talk soon

Violet: We need to talk.

I ignore both of them, and walk up the steps into crystals house. When I walk in, Daya stops talking and crystal looks at me with a sad look. I wanted to cry even harder. I drop my bag and my phone at the door and walk over to hug her. She hugs me tightly and tears roll down my face.

"Gigi I'm so sorry" she says sadly. I didn't say anything, I just let her hold me. And somehow it made me feel a lot better.