Summer's pov
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Humans just always find a way to annoy my soul
My eyes almost rolled back in my head and not for the reasons you'd think... or reasons i'd hope for
It's a pain when you're single and only depend on books to bring any type of sexual desire into my soul.
"You all annoy me and I wish to live alone with dogs because animals are far better company than you all" I grinned to the breathing molecules I called parents
"Summer" the woman who's womb I resided in for 9 months glared
"Yes housewife?" I smirked, seeing her glare deepen even more
Surely I was pushing my luck this morning, or pushing my luck as a gay, Spanish female in a house of conservatives
Well, mostly conservatives
Keys jingled behind me and I heard footsteps starting to approach
"Go start the car" My father chuckled, hanging the car keys over my shoulder which I took
He knew the woman would snap at me sooner or later so he always tried to avoid an argument as much as he could
But our mother daughter conversations will forever end in an argument
My parents are both highly religious, they hold themselves to the top of the church list as if God himself had a door made in heaven for them to visit whenever they wanted to
My mother is the worse of them, she is what they call a "Linda" The neighbor who is overly welcoming but only because she wants to make 'friends' to flex on. Then she's overly concerned with everyone's business but her own. Her reputation is the only thing that matters even though she exhibits her family as her fifth priority next to her God, jewelry and neighborhood gossip
She's a creature straight out of a desperate housewives cast
She tries so hard to make people think we're the perfect family and she's the best housewife money could buy
My father on the other hand is the type to read a newspaper article about Garfield, scratch his back with the remote and put his foot on the coffee table
Far more laid back but his religion is also his priority
Then there's me. The devil's creation according to the birthgiver
"If you can't find a car in the driveway when you walk outside, don't come looking for me" I smiled
"Hey, one less mouth to feed" He shrugged
I'm sure that sentence made my mother's eyes lit up in excitement
"Don't threaten me with a good time" I stated and started to head towards the door
I could feel the eyes of the rib borrower on me, that glare as heated as the sun, burning holes in my back as I strayed further away
Maybe it was because I'm a walking disappointment, that she glared at me
Or maybe it's because of my crop top and jeans that I was wearing to head to church
I'll assume it's both
"WHERE ARE YOUR PROPER CLOTHES I PUT OUT FOR YOU" She screeched
"You mean the ballerina nightmare you placed on my bed? Are you trying to break my stud reputation?" I asked, stopping right before walking out the door
"Summer, do not play with me right now!" she hissed
"Listen, I'm not wearing a dress Jill and that's that" I said firmly
Her face was starting to get redder, steam was rising to the top in that empty head of hers already
"Summer." She said firmly
"Yes Mami?" I smirked
"Get upstairs and put on something appropriate for church right now" she said again
"What are the magic words?" I raised my grin wider
By now she was a steaming hotter than a locomotive train but I loved pushing her boundaries, maybe one day cps will come get me
"Mija, please listen to your mother" his voice came more sturdy than what I was accustomed to, I had no intentions on making him upset
"Sure mother. I'll leave the house in your little dress" I smiled sweetly, pounding my feet against the steps that led to my fatality
Swinging my room door open, my energy because drained. I'm sure we've all been through a phase of our lives where dresses were the most itchy and uncomfortable thing to a girl who Google's 'girls kissing' out of 'curiosity'
I scrunched my face at the dreaded creation that came attached with a bow at the waist
This is a lesbian's nightmare
Without changing, I dragged my shoes through the dress as I slit it up my body, it was long to my damn shoes so if was going to cover everything I had on either way. There was no way I was going to wear this dress through the day but mommy dearest didn't need to know that
Rushing down the stairs, my father gave a small smile. I'm sure he was grinning because he hadn't seen me in a dress since I was four
Let it stay that way
I glared past him as I headed out the door, my mother was already in the passenger seat with her head buried deep in her purse seeking a lipstick who's shade would never match her skin tone yet she still wear it because the horny men in the facebook comments compliment "her lips"
But I knew her eyes glanced over from the mirror, I could always feel her eyes on me. It was like a laser of dissapointment following me
"Ready to go?" My father questioned, slipping in the car
"Ready" My mother smiled
I simply crossed my arms across my chest and sat back in my seat, my day was starting and I was already waiting for the year to be over
"Ready" My brother announced
I hadn't noticed his presence for the day, the younger boy was the perfect child in my mother's eyes. A smile so innocent and dimples so cute, he was an angel and I was the flesh eating demon in her life
But in reality he was just a suck up who's been spoiled by his mother throughout his life
Yet I never understood why I get tossed aside like a castaway
I felt like an outsider to my own family, sometimes I questioned if they picked up the wrong child from the hospital
Or the airport when they migrated here a few years ago, I hoped to God that I belonged to someone else's luggage
I was nothing like them mentally but I had the ears of my father for sure
Maybe it's the gayness radiating off of me that made them treat me this way. I guess that's why they were starting to drag me to church every goddamn Sunday now
And now, I wear a dress. What next, singing with the choir?
"Mija, I forgot to tell you that you'll be singing with the choir"
Oh sweet baby Jesus and Mary in a strip club
"WHAT!?"
"Oooo Summer's going to sing" the nasty troll I call brother giggled
"You're joking right!?" I hissed
"No. Since you're finally attending church, your father and I decided to sign you up with the Robbin's daughter for the church choir"
"Robbi- who the hell!"
"Language Mija" My father muttered
I glanced at him from the mirror, his eyes were soft as he nodded gently. I could tell he wasn't apart of this agreement but he couldn't agree with my mother. It was always her way or spend the rest of the week on her bad side
I had nothing left to say, the heat within me was starting to boil through my veins and reach my head go steam my brain
I was already pissed at the fact that I was wearing this 1980's housewife couture. Now I have to join a choir
My brows stitched together as I recalled what the woman had said. Robbins.... That name sounded familiar
I could hear the giggling of my brother in the corner, there was excitement in his eyes at the fact that I'd be embarrassed. Typical sibling behavior
"Puta" I muttered under my breath
The car started to slow down, I hadn't realized how long we had been driving for. My father pulled into the parking lot and I was starting to feel the misery take over me
A cross attached itself to the roof, galloping up to the clouds and casting a shadow to the stone pathway where I stood
The iron gates were the same length to my knees. The grass gave a spring green earthy hue only to be found during spring, it stretched across the lawn where a few pearl painted statues resided upon the entrance of the wide, dark oak brown doors that were already sprawled open, awaiting the arrival or the worshipers
I had no problem with the atmosphere, it was almost welcoming. The church wasn't the issue, it was the people who resided within
They pray to keep the demons away when in reality the true demons were the ones who prayed the most
Some folks wore a smile as they walked up to the doors, greeted by a dark skinned man dressed in black
Everything about him was a soft and understated joy as he greeted each person, I raised my brow as my eyes scanned him
A Bible under his arm and a grip that pulled the worshipers in for a hug. A circular glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, his hair was low cut and freshly groomed
He seemed to be around the same age as my father, I had never seen a priest so young and handsome but then again I was accustomed to watching an old grey white man in horror films
Remind me never to watch the parody of the exorcist ever again
I watched as my parents approached him with a wider smile than most of the people around, I couldn't help but furrow my brows
"Robbins, how have you been" my father greeted him
Robbins, ah yes. Ofcourse they would be friends with the pastor, how did I not expect it
"I've been great, just finishing up some renovations at the home" The priest replied
"Sharron must love finally getting her hands on those glass candle holders" My mother said
I could roll my eyes in the moment but I think my face speaks for itself
"And this might be the famous Summer you've been talking about" The man turned his focus to me
I gave a small smile but being the welcoming person he was, he reached forward with his hands wide open
My eyes widened as his arms wrapped around my back, pulling me in for a hug
"I've heard so much about you, I even heard you and my daughter go to the same school"
Oh God no. There comes a time in every teenager's life when we go through the same experience
The time when parents push two of us together and expect us to be besties
"Even better than you'll be on the choir now-"
Dear God stop this man from speaking right now!
"How about I-"
Don't say it. Don't say it.
"Introduce you two right now, who knows, maybe you'll be bestfriend's by the end of the day" he chuckled
And there goes the last ounce of sanity I had for the next five years
"Melanie, come meet Summer" he said
At this point I was over the whole get baptised, pray the gay away experience but now they were taking this too far
The man shifted to the side, allowing the view of his apparent daughter to approach
God, I swear if I have to babysit a child-
"Hi. I'm Melanie"
Words had failed me and my brain went on vacation to the Bahamas the second I laid eyes on her
Beautiful. She was absolutely beautiful. The type that made you stand for a few seconds to take in a partial part of her and process it slowly because her entire self was overwhelming to the heart
I felt as if I had chained myself with silence, only allowing the intoxicating feeling to rush through the veins like ice melting on a heated stove
"And here I was expecting a bratty child"
Watching her brows furrow quickly and a scorn look take over her face made me finally come to my senses
"Shit, did I say that out loud?"
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A/N
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