A Concerned Mom

 Tasha's point of view…

    Mom had her eyes fixed on me after I removed my face from her grip. She was gripping it too hard and I felt my jaw aching. I know she didn't realize she added pressure to her touch.

  Who starts a morning with boy's talk. It makes me sick in the stomach.

   If there is away I will tell mom that I am a lesbian and free myself from this constant guilt. I am not guilty because I am a gay, I am guilty because I have to keep this secret from her and if care is not taken, I might take it to the grave.

     "You do realize that if you can't trust me to tell whatever it is, it wouldn't be fair if I figure out myself"

   "Mum, I don't know where you get this impression that something is wrong with me or I'm having a problem that I'm hiding from you but the truth is, I have no problem and even if I have, you are the only person I can trust with my secret. You my mum after all"

   Somehow, I need to assure her that she has nothing to worry about.

   "I believe you but not totally. I am your mom like you said so I know you too well. Starting a fight with Jenny shows there is something I need to know and I will find a way to what it is. I will leave you now to start your morning."

She stood up and kissed my forehead,

  "I love you regardless and whatever secret you are hiding would not make me love you less."

   With a sweet smile of a concerned mom, she walked out of my room after she informed me to come and help prepare breakfast.

   I collapsed on the bed and released the air I did not realize I was holding.

   Mom, I am not sure that if you find out, you will still love me like you do now. I am afraid of what will come out from this.

  My phone brought me back from the journey of absentmindness I was about embarking on.

   I guessed the person who called before is trying again.

   I stared at the phone screen. My expression darkened the moment I saw who the caller is.

   I should have known it is him.

No one has really woken me up with a phone call, except Jenny if it's urgent because she knows I love my sleep as much as she loves hers.

  For constantly thinking about her, I miss her terribly.

   I totally lost focus and forgot my phone is ringing.

  I guess this is the sixth time.

"Felix, do you realize that I might still be sleeping"

   I said bitterly.

"If you are still sleeping my dear, who then is talking?"

He asked and I can imagine him smirking. The guy is arrogant like his name implies.

   "You seem not to comprehend the English language. I said I might"

    I said in an unfriendly manner. I don't want him to think that because I gave him my digital or because I spent an hour plus with him, we are then friends.

  "Are you always like this?"

He askecaith the same tune as the last statement he made.

  "Whatever"

I said waving my hands, I am not cut out for chit chat this morning,

"What made you call?"

   "Don't be rude, baby girl. I called to check up on you, I am trying to be a romantic boyfriend"

   I started choking the moment his last word left his mouth.

   "Boyfriend what?"

He  laughed and I am not sure I know why he did. I sighed and felt like strangling him, he is lucky he is not within my reach.

"You are funny, I like you. Can we hang out later today?"

   Suddenly I got angry. Who the hell does he think he is?

   "I don't care what you think, If I am rude or not but screw you, I don't like you and I don't want to have anything to do with you"

I said then paused, imagining the hurting in his heart caused by my words but I care less,

  "Ouch that hurts right? Save yourself the hurt and get off my phone"

   I threw the phone on the bed and walked out of my room muttering non-coherent words that I can't even understand.