Chapter 9: The fight

It had been a few days since me and Lilia's fight. I couldn't believe what she said. It stuck with me. I couldn't get it outta my head. She loves me, she actually loves me. I felt bad. I didn't tell Sadie what was going on. We kept our relationship private. Only Paige and Lilia knew, and it was going to stay that way for a long time.

Sadie came over to my house on Wednesday. We watched a movie on Netflix. I remember that halfway through the movie, I turned to Sadie and she turned to me and I kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm. Her lips tasted like apples, probably a new chap stick. I remember running my fingers through her long, wavy, curly red hair. My fingers ran through her hair so smoothly. We kissed for like 10 seconds to be honest. We were in love, and I knew it. When we were done, I looked into her bright, beautiful blue eyes. I got lost in her eyes. They sparkled like the ocean. We smiled at each other. Suddenly, I felt like someone was watching us. Sadie turned back to the tv and continued watching the movie. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked in the direction of my door, there, in the small crack of the door, I saw an eye and a little bit of someone's face. I could see the face well enough to know it was my mom. My face turned bright red. Sadie noticed it and asked me what was wrong. I just stared. The eye moved away. I went back to watching the movie. I couldn't stop thinking about that. I was scared. She probably told my dad. Sadie left and I walked downstairs.

My mom was sitting at the kitchen table with my dad, my older brother Charlie, and Paige. Paige saw me first. My mom noticed her looking and looked at me. My face was as red as a tomato. I couldn't breathe. My whole family was looking at me. I was used to people looking at me, but this was different. My dad pointed to a chair next to Paige, and I sat in it.

"So..." My dad started the conversation.

"You like girls now huh?" Charlie didn't blink in so long it scared me.

"I-i-i..." I couldn't speak. It felt like I was choking. Like I didn't know how to talk. Like I was a baby trying to talk. I just couldn't.

"You didn't tell us... YOU DIDN'T TELL US?!" My mom was mad.

"I'm sorry. I was scared to tell you." I spoke quietly. I felt ashamed.

"YOU HAD NO PROBLEM TELLING YOUR SISTER HUH?!" I hadn't seen her this mad in a long time.

"I'm sorry." I started to cry, so my mom calmed down. She wasn't mad that I like girls, just that I didn't tell her.

"I'm sorry for getting mad. I just wanted you to tell me. You know I support you right?" My mom asked, pretty scared at what my response could be.

"Yeah, I know." I told her, wiping away my tears.