Carolyn Lyric Grace Torres was born August 6, 2010 and is 2 years old. My name? Oh I forgot my name is Adam Torres, I'm her parent? I guess that's right, biologically I'm her mother but by outward appearance I pose as her father... confusing right? Let me explain further I'm an FTM (that's a female to male transgender) and I had Lyric mid-transitioning which kinda put that on hold, but now I'm transitioned (well not fully like the surgery, therapy, the whole enchilada because I'm too young but I'm living as my true gender, which is male). I waited about six months after Lyric before I finished transitioning I mean Lyric had to have a mother at those crucial stages of life. Oh yeah I forgot another thing I'm only 16...
"Hey Grace," Bryan sneered slamming into the locker next to me.
"It's Gracie" I whispered.
"Whatever, your going to the dance with me Friday." the football player demanded.
"How about no?" I grimaced still removing and replacing books in my locker. Next thing I knew he slammed me against the locker and held my wrists.
"Everybody in the school already thinks your lesbo and if you deny my request I'll conform it. Choose!" he demanded with a malicious smile and a firm grip on my already scarred wrist.
"Okay," I muttered looking down...
I really don't want to go into detail but long story short he ended up raping me. I don't want to go into detail because it still scares the living shit out of me, I still have nightmares, and I still fear most physical contact. It's horrible I get all panicky and sometimes have full on panic attacks. Two years of fear all because of that sick bastard and his friends. Yes I do go to therapy and it helps, it really does my case was just very severe because of the already body dysmorphia, self harm, and struggles with a mild eating disorder (anorexia nervosa to be specific).
"Adam come down to breakfast," my mother yelled up the stairs. I quickly adjusted my hat and winked at myself (yes I always do that)
"Coming mom!" I yelled back. I ran down the stairs two at a time. The first person I saw was my beautiful daughter, Lyric, I leaned and kissed her on the top of the head. She looks a lot like me (thanks God) she has slightly darker hair though and her eyes are a deep blue/violet (like Elizabeth Taylor but darker) other than that she looks like me her face shape, skin color, and she even has a light dusting of freckles covering her cheeks. All in all she's probably the cutest kid ever but I may just be bias.
"Daddy!" the two year old squealed.
"Sweetie," I responded grabbing a pop tart from the counter. I settled in a chair and played with Lyric a bit. I was in the middle of peek-a-boo when my mom decided to speak.
"How'd I raise you so well that you could have a child at such a young age and still be a responsible parent?" she asked walking up behind me and squeezing my shoulders.
"Simple you were a great mother," I answered standing up and kissing her cheek. "I have to go or I'll be late."
"Bye Adam," she said picking up Lyric
"Bye Daddy," she shrieked.
"Bye mom, bye Lyric," I said walking out the door and meeting my older step-brother, Drew at his car.
"Ready for a new day at Degrassay?" Drew asked trying to make day and Degrassi rhyme.
"Yes Dr. Seuss what's got you all smiley?" I asked laughing at his attempt.
"Me and Bianca just made it official yesterday and I'm excited to see her. What about your love life?" he asked not removing his eyes from the road.
"You mean my nonexistent one? That going great!" I replied sarcastically "but in all seriousness I don't think I can handle a girlfriend. I still panic when someone hugs me besides close family." I explained.
"Ahh I understand," he said looking at me.
"Andrew the road!" I screamed as he slammed brakes. I unbuckled myself and got out to help the girl that we almost flattened.
"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
"Yes I'm fine. I'm Helena by the way, Helena Ross." She replied looking at me through her sunglasses and shaking my outstretched hands.
"Adam Torres pleased to meet you even under these conditions," I stated returning her shake. She was stunning her hair was white blonde and had a slight wave to it, her eyes which were revealed when she took her sunglasses off were dark brown almost black. She was wearing a shirt that said "Art is the Weapon" and a pair of rainbow skinny jeans.
"Nice to meet you too. Can you show me to the office Mr. Torres?" Helena asked for the first time I noticed her accent it was slightly German.
"Why yes I can Miss Ross," I responded hooking her arm in mine and walking towards the entrance of the school.
"So what brings you to Degrassi in the middle of the year?" I asked the light haired girl.
"My parents decided it would be fun to move, not that I'm complaining its always good to have a brand new start." She sighed happily.
"So you're saying your parents didn't have to drag you here kicking and screaming. I know that's what happened to my brother." I laughed at the memory.
"No I was extremely happy that I could leave my old school hated me," She said looking down.
"Mine did too," I comforted though it probably wasn't for the same reasons. I was bullied for being that knocked up dyke she probably was bullied for being different.
"Why? You seem really nice," she gasped.
"They just didn't like me," I lied flawlessly, "How 'bout you? You seem rather nice also," I asked curious.
"The way I dress, who I associate with, what I believe in, etc." she answered quietly.
"Oh I hope you have a better time here," I smiled gently as we neared the office. We both stepped in and silently waited.
"You can go onto class if you want to," Helena was the first to break the silence.
"Actually I have to meet with ," I responded. I actually had to meet him about some problems with the hockey team, they didn't take to kindly to me and they made that known to the rest of the school. I would tell Drew but he doesn't need to get wrapped up in my problems again.
"Helena Ross I presume," Mr. Simpson greeted happily.
"Yes sir," Helena returned beaming.
"I'm glad you chose Degrassi as your education. Here's your id you have to wear this everyday, your locker number and combination, and heres your schedule. Usually I'd give you a map but one of our students has volunteered to show you around. Clare?" he called back into his office. Hearing her voice Clare appeared looking attentive as usual.
"So it's true Clare you really are a saint," I faux gasped.
"Oh shut up Eli's busy with the play and Alli's busy with graduating early and Jenna's Luke drama so why not put myself out there for more friends," She responded.
"Well thanks for asking if I was busy," I said sarcastically.
"Are you busy?" Clare asked raising one of her eyebrows.
"No... Well kinda but I would love your company sometimes." I defended.
"I thought so Torres," she shot back then turned to Helena "I'm Clare, Clare Edwards and you are..." she trailed off with a smiling holding her hand out.
"Helena Ross," Helena answered with a smile matching Clare's
"Like the song," Clare stated.
"Yes like the song," Helena responded.
"I'd love to stay and chat but I have to go," I said before leaving towards Mr. Simpsons office. Helena was stunning. She left me starstruck and I just wanted to know more about her. I have to admit in the twenty minutes I've known her I've fallen so hard for Helena Ross.
Authors note- I'm only going to update when I get inspiration so it could be weeks or days between updates just saying.
