Yours Truly

Chapter 12

Amity and I got verbally bullied in person and through text messages. We're thankful it's not physically.

"What is it? Is there something bothering you?" Amity asked while stroking my hair.

My head is on her lap, and I'm facing her.

"All of this..." I caress her cheek, "I can't believe how much you make me feel so... complete." She smiled at me and kissed my forehead.

"Are you okay with this?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Me, you, us, everybody treating us like that... are you okay with all of this?"

"I'm used to that kind of treatment. I'm more worried about you,"

"I guess... I'm just not used to hatred," I sit-up straight.

"Always remember that no matter what happens, I will fight for us--- even if the world hates us, I'll still keep on loving you," A tear rolled down her cheek.

I kissed away her tears.

"What if your parents find out about us? What if they're homophobic?" I smiled at her.

"They can't do anything that'll break us apart. Even if it means I have to leave them--- I will."

"Please, don't leave your parents because of me."

I held her face, "They chose work over me. Why can't I do the same?"

She was about to say something, but I stopped her by kissing her on the lips.

"Don't think about it too much. You'll stress yourself,"

"But they're your parents---" I kissed her again.

"Do you want to complain more or should I just kiss you?" Her cheeks turn red.

"The latter, please?"

"Will do," I kissed her again; this time, I kissed her longer than before.

A knock startled us.

We sit-up straight and fixed our clothes.

"Come in,"

A maid entered my room and closed the door.

"Lady Katalina, your parents are waiting for you downstairs."

I heard Amity gasp.

"I see, you may now leave."

She nodded and left.

"Have they found out about us?"

"I don't know. I guess we're gonna have to find out for ourselves."

We headed downstairs.

"Sweetie, I see you're getting along with your all-around maid," She approached me and gave me a hug.

"Are you here for business? How long? A week? Days?"

"Sweetie, don't be like that,"

"Katalina, me and your mother are going to eat lunch together, you're coming with us," Dad commanded.

"Do I even have a choice?" I murmur.

"Is there something you'd like to say, young lady?" I shook my head no.

"I'll go get ready," I turn to Amity to see her reaction.

She still looks nervous.

"Hurry up, sweetie," I heard Mom said before I went upstairs.

I took 1 hour to actually not get ready.

Someone knocked on my door and I'm sure it's my mother.

I didn't tell her to come in but she opened the door and barged inside.

"Sweetie, why aren't you dressed? You're father's getting impatient,"

"I couldn't choose an outfit,"

She rummaged inside my closet to find an outfit.

"Here. This looks cute on you,"

"I don't like that," She turns to me and gave me a stern look.

"Sweetie, I know you're doing this on purpose,"

"So?"

"Sweetie, please, don't be like this. I'm really trying my best to be a good mother."

"Where exactly is the 'best' part?"

"Sweetie---"

"No, what exactly are you two doing here? It couldn't be for me."

"Katalina...."

"Mom, I understand that you're 'trying' to be a good mother but you just can't. I don't feel rebellious to you two--- not anymore-- but I don't feel any connection to you two so just stop" I said and air quoted the word trying.

She left while wiping away her tears