-Tell me what you think of this, but in a constuctive way :) The charaters are based loosely on people I know. There's heaps more to go of it :)
“Maia! Your date’s here!” mum yells up the staircase, as chirpy as ever. I swear under my breath.
“What was that!?” mum snarls, “Say it to my face! Dirty mouthed child, how dare you?!”
“Jesus Christ, mu…”
“Don’t you dare use that name like that!”
“He’s not my bloody date,” I snap back in hushed tones. “He’s just a friend. Friend!!!”
I rush off to get the door before mum has another chance to scold me. I wish she wouldn’t assume things before she knows all the facts. She thinks she knows everything, but she doesn’t, she knows very little about me and my life. If she did know everything, I wouldn’t be living in this house. No, I would have been kicked out long ago. Sometimes secrets are better kept to yourself. That way no-one gets hurt.
I open the door to find Ethan paled and wearing a grimace tinged with disappointment and despair.
“You told me you were going to tell your mum about me this weekend…” he hurriedly whispers.
“…yeah, well I’ve realised she’s not ready, I’m not ready to deal with her, you should have heard what she said the other day…”
“…and what would that be?” mum’s glare holds mine, “I say nothing but what’s right. Oh, this isn’t about that ‘Marriage Equality’ crap again is it? I don’t know why you care about those vulgar gays anyway.”
I shake my head at Ethan, willing him to stay quiet; it’ll be better that way. For a second I think my silent pleas are being heard, for an angry silence hangs in the air for a few seconds, but a fuming Ethan breaks it in a yell, “Maybe you should choose your words more carefully, Mrs. Lenn!”
“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me in my own house!”
“I have every right!”
“And what would they be? What gives you the right?!”
“Because you’re in the presence of ‘one of those gays,’ he mocks mum, “And he is your daughter’s best friend!!!”
I clap my hands over my face, hiding the tears that are forming. This is horrible, it’s all horrible…
Without another word, Mum’s closed fit rockets into Ethan’s cheekbone, “Get out of my house and take this filthy thing with you!”
Mum points to me. My heart sinks to the lowest depths of my body as the realisation that my own mother will never love me or accept me seeps through my cold skin.
“Let’s go, I don’t want to be around her homophobia any longer,” Ethan hisses while clutching his bruising face. For a moment I consider my words for maximum sting, “Goodbye, mother; you’ve been nothing but a bitch to me. I won’t miss you, in fact I’ll relish in the sweetness of your absence.”
Mum’s face is icy cold. As guide Ethan away from the house, down the unkempt path, I take a final glance back at mum. Maybe a tiny part of me was hoping she’d be even slightly remorseful, wanting me back. Nothing, no emotion in her hateful eyes. I suppose she’s more than happy with my perfect little brother, although she always sends him away to boarding school. Ky’s the lucky one, doesn’t have to live with her. Mum’s always been homophobic and regularly expressed her disapproval of the LGBT community. It was such a horrible environment to live in, I hated it, I couldn’t breathe properly, couldn’t prosper, couldn’t be myself. Now here I was at 15 walking away from the only life I’ve ever known, with confusion and secrets hanging above my head like a storm cloud. I guess life will be better now that I’m away from my parents, but I can’t help but feel a little bit sad that we never got a chance to be a real family, with love and acceptance and all those magical things other families have. Pfft, love. What a stupid idea, huh? With parents like mine and a child like me! A tear rolls down my cheek as I think ahead, what will I do? I’ve been disowned, I’m effectively an orphan and I’m homeless with only a small bag of essential items. I’m about to start sobbing, but I remember the weighty presence leaning on me for support. Ethan, I must stay strong for Ethan. I push my worries to the back of my mind, Ethan’s hurt, he’s my first priority. He’s my best friend, my only friend, we’ve been together through thick and thin. I remember the day I met him. It was the start of grade 7 and I was like any over new student; nervous, excited, scared, hopeful. Out of the blue, this guy came and stood next to me. I was a bit apprehensive because he was about 10 centimetres taller than me back then and that was a bit intimidating, but when started to speak with the most gentle voice I‘d ever experienced, I knew he was a good guy. And we’ve been friends ever since.