Klarissa's POV
I woke up, snuggled close to a warm body. Lily's head was on my chest, and our bodies were as close as they could get.
I smiled, running my hands through her soft hair. The memories of the night before came rushing into my mind.
I crawled out of bed, leaving her to keep sleeping as I made my way to the kitchen.
I heard a quiet sob, and found mum sitting at the dining room table.
"Mum..." I said quietly, walking towards her.
"Klar. I didn't expect you to be up yet," she said, wiping her tears away.
"Mum.. whats wrong? Is this about dad?"
She nodded.
"He's not coming back. He told me that he hasn't been in love with me for quite a few years anyway. I told him that I always knew he was going to turn into a dickhead. I know I told him that I don't need him, but I do. I need help with your sisters, and I will never have the money I need to bring up all you guys without him," she was crying, and I wrapped my arms around her.
"I'll help as much as I can. I'll give you money from my pay each week. I'll do anything I can do to help you," I said.
"You will not be using your money to help me, don't be ridiculous." She said.
"Well seeing as this is my fault, I think it's only fair enough,"
"What do you mean? This is none of your fault."
"Don't lie, mum. If I was straight, like a majority of the population, dad wouldn't hate me, and would never have left you."
"You are who you are, Klarissa. It's his fault that he can't accept his own daughters identity. If there's one thing I'm glad about, it's that you won't have to put up with his hatred anymore."
"Sometimes I hate being a lesbian," I said, frowning.
"Why? You get to openly love girls. That makes you happy, right? I'd rather you not fake that you're straight,"
"Yeah. I love girls a lot. Especially Lily. But there's always going to be people who have a problem with us. Straight people don't have to deal with that. I don't want people knowing of me as the lesbian, and I don't want people on the street to look at me strangely when I'm holding my girlfriend's hand. And I don't want my own father to hate me," I said, trying my best not to cry.
"Don't be ridiculous," Mum said, pulling me towards her.
"There are so many people in the world who support the LGBT community now. Much more than the people who don't. You're so lucky you're growing up in a generation where more people accept you. But you have to learn to not worry about the people who don't accept you. Think about all the people who love and support you. And of your gorgeous girlfriend. Because their hate doesn't change anything,"
I smiled, holding her close. I loved my mum.
"I love you," She said into my hair.