Tw: Homophobia, child abuse
Parrmour cause I need it.Cathy POV
I grab all my pride stuff and shove it in a box, my mom and dad were super homophobic but lucky for me they normally have to go on business trip for a week a month so I got to keep it up. I was the only one still living with my parents seeing as I was only in grade 10. I hear the door open and I quickly shove the box under my bed and grabbed my phone. I hear a knock on the door, "hello Catherine." Dad says"Hi." I say
"Be ready for dinner, we're going out with some of our business partners and their son." He says. I nod and start getting ready, truth is my Father scares me, he scares me a lot actually. He has this way of making you feel like nothing in a matter of seconds just by looking at you. I grab my dark blue sweater and jeans. I put on some makeup but only a little.
I walk downstairs and Dad was waiting by the front door, "Star, you look nice." He says and smiles, Mom kisses my forehead
"Thank you." I say and we drive to the restaurant.At restaurant
I walk in close behind Mom and Dad, "Table for 6, under the name Parr." He says and a waiter shows us to our table. I play with Taylor's ring, she had given it to me before she left home after getting kicked out by Dad for being Lesbian, this is the reason I'm scared to tell them.
"Cathy, darling are you okay?" Mom asks"Yeah, sorry I was just thinking." I say
"What about. A cute boy I hope." Mom says, I felt myself panic
"Uh. No, I-it was about my writing project, it's due in a few days and I'm really proud of it. And, a small thing we're doing for theatre class." I say, they hated my passion for theatre, and writing. Dad shakes his head no and gives me the look that makes you feel like nothing.
"Cathy. How many times do we have to talk about this, you will be going into business and will be working for our company." Dad says
"I-I know, it's just a cool skill to have." I say and Mom nods her head in approval. Then a woman and a man walk towards our table and a boy that looks around my age behind him. My parents stand up so I follow their lead, I tug at my sleeves,
"Cathy, this is Elizabeth York and Henry the seventh, this is their son Henry the eighth." He says and Henry holds his hand out for me to shake, I shake it.
I sat across from Henry, he was talking about the cars he wants when he gets his driver's license and his boats and his lake. I roll my eyes, I mean do you really have to brag that much about what you have. "And, then my butler Anthony..." he starts going on about how awful he is, I roll my eyes yet again, I felt something grip my arm tightly,
"Be polite Cathy or you can forget about going to your writing classes for the rest of this year." He whispers and I nod my head.
"Y-your butler sounds awful. I'm so sorry you have to put up with that." I say and Dad nods his head
"Finally someone who agrees with me." He says, "so Cathy what do you like to do?" He asks
"Oh well, I like writing, art, and theatre-" I start but get cut off by Henry
"Both of those are extremely boring and stupid." He says and rolls his eyes
" I have to disagree with that." I say sitting up more than I already was.
"And why would you disagree with that?" He asks and I tug at my sleeves again
"Art and theatre are ways of being able to express feeling that you may not be able to express through talking. Theatre is full of creativity, emotion and passion. The way people portray characters can make you feel happy or sad. You could absolutely hate them but you would still love them because actors have a way of showing pain or anger in their eyes, and they do that because people don't just happen, they're made. Told through emotion and looks. And, art is so amazing, you're able to take a single glance at the painting, sculpture, or whatever it happens to be and you could immediately tell the story behind it, or perhaps make up one, art is full of creativity, emotion, it requires a level of intelligence and pure passion to be able to make a painting look the way it does or make it make you feel the way you feel. And writing is a way to be able to show yourself through make believe characters, or showing things that you wish could happen but you know will never actually happen. It's a way of being able to show caring and emotion. Art, Theatre, and writing are so moving and incredible, I mean art, writing, theatre are simply what business is to you guys." I finish and everyone is looking at me in shock. "What?" I ask
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Six the musical one shots
Short StoryThis six the musical one shots... this is my first book. Also the amount of times I wrote shits instead of shots shouldn't be allowed.