Just A Silly Makeover

Chapter two - Disowned and Moving out

"I hope it's not your gay nonsense again!" my father spiked before having a bite of his meal. I cleared my throat once more, "I'm afraid it is dad" I blurted out.

"Well, what is it Lisa?" my mom asked. "Um," I stuttered. "Well as I told you guys the other day that I'm into girls right,"

My dad rolled his eyes and interrupted me, "oh that bullshit" he said. I glared at him before continuing. "Well, I've been thinking and I'm not really confident in my body, which is why I want to transition"

My mom's eyes widened as she dropped her fork on the floor. My dad banged on the table, causing a glass to fall down. The scenario was dramatic and not fun to watch.

"You are going crazy!" he spiked at me, "And you! I told you this child shouldn't grow up playing soccer, do you see the results of what 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 done?" he spit, looking at my mom.

Oh great. Now the old man's blaming my mother's parenting because of this? Pathetic I tell you, P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C.

"Dad, mom didn't do this. It's not-"

He cut me off before I could finish my sentence. "You, don't even speak to me! I can't tolerate this nonsense you're doing! What will the community say? And the church members?!"

Oh great. Perks of being a pastor's child. It's always about the church members to him. He doesn't even care about us. As long as it's good for his reputation.

I sighed before glaring at him. "Dad this is who I am. Why can't you just accept me and, for once in your life, support me?"

I felt my eyes becoming teary.

He gave me a sickening look before starting, "To me, you are no longer my child," he looked more disgusted. "I want you out of my house by tomorrow morning when I wake up, and you don't come back unless you've stopped this nonsense. To me, you're as good as dead"

He stormed out of the room, and I stood to go to my room too. But my mom stopped me.

"My baby, you know I love you and I will always support you. But don't you think this is taking it too far?" she said.

Oh yes, she said 'taking it too far'.

I chuckled, "Mom. I'm sick of this. You and dad both treat me like an intruder in my own home. And if it was your beloved son, uAya, then you all wouldn't make such a big deal out of this!"

"But baby I'm tr-"

"If you don't mind, I need to pack. I'm leaving first thing in the morning." I stormed down the passage, and to my room.

I locked the door before taking out my suitcase and stuffing all my clothes inside. I'm glad I didn't bring a lot of clothes.

"Lisa, baby let's talk about this" I heard my mom say from outside the door. She kept knocking slowly as she expected me to open for her.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I suddenly felt weak. I felt like my world just crashed. But most of all, I was angry that my parents couldn't accept who I am.

My phone started ringing. I picked it up and threw it against the mirror, then let out a scream.

I was bought back to reality by the crash of my mirror when the phone hit it. My mom had now walked away from my door. I stood against the wall, and slid down to the floor.

I cried like hell. I was sad, but mostly disappointed and frustrated with my parents.

I started having memories about my granny. She passed away a year ago but it still feels like yesterday. She was the one who loved me unconditionally.

I sneeked out to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I felt like I needed one.

I then put on my sleepwear and went to bed. I kept tossing and turning like I couldn't sleep. My mind was still very much frustrated and my heart was aching.

I found myself with our house phone against my eye, waiting for Owethu to answer.

I don't know but I feel like she gets what I'm feeling like right now - and plus I had no one else to talk to. I didn't feel like bothering my brother with his fiancé.

"Hello?" I heard her say in a sleepy voice.

"Um hey, it's me Lisa. I- I hope I'm not... interrupting you." I said nervously with a shaky voice. My lips were trembling.

"No it's fine. Lisa are you okay?" I heard concern in her voice. "I'm fine, just tied." I blurted out.

"Phelisa, I can hear you're not okay. What's wrong?" she said more threateningly. There was a silence. "Don't make me come over Lisa, what's up?" she asked more sternly.

My throat suddenly stung. My lips trembled. My little heart sinked to the bottom of my soul. I covered my mouth as tears rolled down my face.

"Lisa?! Li-" I heard Owethu say before I ended the call. I gently put the phone aside and covered my face with my blanket.

I could feel my soul being wriped into five pieces. I buried my face in my pillow and cried my heart out.

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"Lisa, are you sure about this? We can talk this out..." My mom's voice filled with worry.

"Nah... we can't. Dad's made his choice and I've made mine." I walked to the door, carrying a large bag.

I went back to my room to fetch the rest of my bags. I saw the look on my mother's face as I opened the door. She looked sad and hopeless.

"I love you" I hugged her tightly, shedding a year or two.

She simply hugged me back with her deeply worried face. "Okay bye now" I said, walking towards the door.

She waved goodbye with teary eyes, which made me feel heartbroken. I can't bear to see my mother in pain. But I had to go.

"I'll be back ma," I said, hoping it would cheer her up a little.

I sighed in relief when a small smile appeared on her face. I smiled at her and went out the door, with my bags.

That's it. I'm out.

Where to go is not really a problem since i already have an apartment in Joburg.

I got into my car, wept first, then drove off with a heavy heart.

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04/08/20
01:04am
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