5:11 pm
Was up and out of the house by 8 in order to get to the hotel for breakfast with them before they had to go to the airport. I wanted to cancel the whole thing but couldn't think of a legit reason that didn't end with the words, I'm gay you asshole, so I let George Michael give me strength as I sped through subway tunnels.
When I get above ground, I have a message from AC saying to meet her in the lobby. I immediately tell her how sorry I am ask what Daddy said to her after I hung up on him.
"Oh nothing I haven't heard before, but never mind that. Listen, your father won't be joining us for breakfast."
"Because I hung up on him?"
"Because he's already on his way to the airport."
I'm astounded. "Five hours early?" I ask.
"He . . . feels disrespected—" AC said lowly.
"Because I hung up on him?"
"—and lied to—" AC starts.
"Oh please! Are you kidding me?"
"Rosie, I am not saying what he's doing is right, but given his views on all this, that sure was a bombshell dropped on him."
"It's not even true! She was covering because Paige outed me! OH MY GOD! He can't eat eggs and bacon because he thinks JUNE is a lesbian?"
"Listen, the important thing to remember is—"
"My father's an idiot?"
"Rosalee. He doesn't know about you yet. And I want you to keep your mouth shut until after graduation."
"Are you kidding me, I'm NEVER coming out to him." I thought AC would be happy, but she looks confused.
"Is that what you want?"
"I want to be happy and it's clear I won't ever be if he knows."
"We'll sort all this out," she says. "In the meantime stay focused on your studies." I nod my head and embrace her.
"I can't believe he left. Thank you for staying."
"I would never leave without saying goodbye," she answers rubbing my back.
"Where's Joma-Boss?"
"She went with your father."
"WHAT?" I yell.
"I think it's smart. She can keep an eye on him."
But I knew that wasn't the reason. She left because she already said everything she needed to say.
After French toast and a smelly cab ride to the airport, I hug AC one more time and watch her hurry through the glass sliding doors to leave me. I don't look for my father or Boss because I'm certain they aren't looking for me. On the long ride back to Brooklyn I realize how mentally exhausted I am. Hiding information from my parents, hiding my sex life from my friends, hiding my love behind my friendship, my bad choices behind my grief. It's all fucking exhausting.
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Rosie's Diary
General Fiction19-year-old Rosie drinks, swears, cries, studies, rehearses, lies, confesses, smokes weed and rants all over New York City. But all she really wants to do is love June.
