Lesbian: a term most widely used in the English language to describe sexual and romantic desire between women.
Easy to define but extremely hard to cope with. One second I'm with cutest boy I've ever seen, the next, I'm get in a fight with him because I'm staring at a girls ass. Yes, you heard correctly I got caught staring at a girl's ass. Now, I know what you're thinking, Mitch, you could be bisexual. That's what I thought for a while. But, being bisexual means you also have an attraction to men as well. I don't. Again I know what you're thinking, what attracted you to this boy? Well that's an easy one to answer, I wasn't attracted to him. I was thrown into a relationship with this douche of a guy by my incredibly homophobic asshole of a mother. And to make matters worse, both of them abuse me.
But let's not talk about that right now, first, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mitchie Torres. I'm seventeen; I'm a senior at Tribeca Prep; and for some strange reason, god seems to hate me. I found out I was gay at the age of twelve. I was watching a Brittany Spears video when for some unexplained reason, I got really turned on by the little amount of clothing she had on. Needless to say, I had a problem that I had to fix. A year later, I got a girlfriend. Her name was Tess. I finally got the nerve to come out to my mother. If I said she wasn't happy about it that would be the biggest understatement. She beat me into a coma. No I'm not over exaggerating; she literally beat me into a coma. I had to break up with Tess. She cried her eyes out. Seeing that broke my heart, but there was nothing I could do. If I stayed with her it would've put her in danger and I didn't want that to happen.
Two years later, it was as if nothing happen. I didn't get beaten on a daily basis, just when my mom got drunk. My dad's been living with his new wife, Clair, and she wants absolutely nothing to do with me so, I haven't had any contact with him in two years. Everything seemed fine, until my mom met this 'nice' boy named Shane Grey. I had to admit he was cute. We stared dating about a month my mom introduced us. It was nice for about six months, and then it all went downhill. The night our relationship went bad, we had gotten into this big fight. He thought I was cheating on him with his brother Nate. When the argument wasn't going his way, he grabbed me by the hair and started punching me in the face. He left a scare above my right eye.
Two years later, here I am, taking both emotional and physical abuse from two people because I'm too scared to defend myself. Wearing so much make-up I have to put my hands under my chin just to keep my head up. Whatever I did to deserve this, it must've been pretty bad.