Ebony Jean and Honey Alvarez come from two different backgrounds, but one of them keep it a deep dark secret, afraid it'll change everyone's point of view of her. Will one of the girls help the other accept who she is? Or will she keep it held insid...
That's the first time she's called me my first name in a long time. I knew I messed up because it was always a pet-name even when we were disagreeing. But I couldn't cope with this. My mother hates me because I'm a gay.
A faggot.
I watched with tears streaming down my face as she packed up most of her things, before sprinting downstairs and slamming the door shut.
I felt so broken I couldn't help but cry. It's all I could do as I heard my mom talking on the phone with God knows who, telling them of the terrible sin I've committed in her house.
I was broken.
Honey;
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I couldn't believe this.
I groaned, throwing my duffle bag to the ground as I cried softly, slumping down on the stairs of her house, letting the pain radiate through my body.
I've been rejected for being who I am. But this time it was by the one person who was supposed to comfort me. The one person who loved me for who I truly was. All because of her mother.
We could've stayed at a hotel. We could've cried it out and I would've done my best to make her so happy she would've forgotten her mother's evil words. But she didn't even give it a chance.
I couldn't take this anymore. I had nowhere to go. Why sit in my fathers basement with nothing but beer cans and weed smoke everywhere when I could make that mess myself in a random motel?
And that's what I did.
I ubered to the nearest hotel, the night air causing me to shiver tremendously. I felt so cold and despondent. I couldn't help but cry once I got into the Uber.
I had no family, and now I have no girlfriend.
I walked into the motel and threw money at the front desk, telling him to give me the biggest room he has and he handed me a key, not even caring about checking ID and took the money I threw at him.
I stormed up the stairs, hearing the moans and snorting of various people in different rooms, and opened my door, slamming it shut and flipping onto the bed.
I let all my sorrow fall onto the bed sheets, just crying the pain away. I knew I needed to cry. I was too hurt to smoke or drink. I just wanted to cry.
I ended up falling asleep, waking up to the sound of my alarm that I kept snoozing going off. I was late for school and I stood. I didn't even bother showering, just throwing on an oversized all black sweatsuit and my black balenciaga slip ons. I went into the small bathroom and washed my face, brushing my teeth as I stared at my green eyes.
Fuck it.
I called an Uber, smoking a spliff as I waited, feeling the comforting high take over my bloodstream before getting in the Uber.
I knew I would receive stares, but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything anymore. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
I walked into the school building, people taking a double take as I walked to my locker, not even bothering to look anyone in the face. My freckles were clear, and my eyes were emerald. Something I haven't shown since the beginning of freshmen year.
"Holy..shit..that's honey?" I heard someone whisper. I slammed my locker door shut and pushed my hoodie down, my hair big and frizzy.
"Yeah, bitch it's me! Problem?!" I yelled as I stared at Taylor who just gawked at me. They all shook their heads and I growled, walking into third period.
Everyone stared, including the teacher and I sucked my teeth, the silence being louder than my own thoughts as they all just gawked.
"Clearly y'all never seen a mixed girl before. Mind your FUCKING business." I spat as I looked around the classroom, my eyes finding the ones that I loved so much.
She looked exhausted. Her hair was in a bun and she had on sweats and a hoodie, her eyes swollen as if she was crying all night.
