Emily
I was so pissed. Why was everything going so wrong? First of all, my mother. She would never understand me. Not even Katie, she took years to accept my sexuality. I was just sick of how my mother censored everything related to Naomi. She told our hairdresser I was straight, even though he was an open minded gay. It was so stupid to me.
Second. Naomi.
My perfect girlfriend whom I loved to death, cheated on me. She said she was scared, I can understand we all do stupid things when we are scared. I really do, but it hurts a lot when the person you love the most betrays you.
Third, but not less important. Katie and mum just came in. What are they doing here? First I thought they just came to ask me to come back. I've received several texts from Katie, but I didn't expect they'd come this far.
But then I saw the bags. Bags only meant they were planning to stay. How come my super closed minded mother, and my bitchy sister come to live in the same roof as my girlfriend and I do?
They were on the kitchen. I was there too. Staring at them.
''What are you doing here?''
''We lost our house.'' Katie said.
''You're joking.''
''Oh yeah, of course I am. And the bags and James almost crying are part of it too.''
She was looking at me as if I was a kind of unknown insect. That was weird. She was always the bad one, not me.
I know I was being rude. But I couldn't help it. I'd been through a lot these days. I don't think I deserve this. It was unfair. I wanted them to leave. But I couldn't make them leave. I had all the rights to, but.. I just couldn't. So I went to the garden. Where were all our friends, making a BBQ. Everyone but Cook.
I noticed a girl staring at me. I didn't know her. But I knew that look pretty well. As well as I knew how things would end if I went to talk to her.
''Hey Ems, have a drink.'' Freddie said as he handed me a beer. I thanked him, and went to a corner, where I had a better look of all the people around.
I didn't really know everyone. Naomi's mother had a lot of hippies friends, and they always go everywhere in groups. The girl that looked at me before made an attempt to come closer. I looked away, and I saw Naomi. Laughing and having fun with everyone. She moved on fast. I loved her. I really loved her. And I wanted her to feel what I felt. So I went towards the girl, that was still staring at me.
We danced, we drank, we laughed, and just when my mum came, I kissed her.
I felt guilty. But I also was a little drunk, and I couldn't control myself.
''Emily, what are you doing?!'' Naomi cried. She was looking at me, tears almost falling from her light blue eyes.
I ran towards her, and pushed her to the little pool. Falling with her. I laughed. I was happy, but she wasn't. I couldn't tell if either she was mad, or sad. Maybe both.
''What the fuck are you doing?'' Katie said.
''None of your business.''
Why, she was always in everything. She won't miss a thing. I couldn't help but cry, I was soaking wet, but I went in anyways. Up to Naomi's room. I let myself fall on the bed, my face covered by the pillow. I cried and cried. I was hurt. I wasn't doing things in the right way. I wasn't thinking straight. I hurt Naomi like she did to me. I'm not like that. That wasn't me. My mum was here, means something really bad happened to our home. And, they were all mad at me. So basically I was by myself. I remembered when I told Katie I loved Naomi, that nothing would change between us, and she accepted it. That was when she did understand me. For the first time.
I felt alone. I was alone. Naomi loved me, she made a mistake, but she regret it. And I didn't accept it. I was acting wrong, I was being a bitch. I hated myself that moment.
Once again I felt alone.
I stopped crying, and looked at the window, still laying on Naomi's bed. I wanted to make everything up, but I really didn't know where to start. I was tired of crying.
That very moment, I felt steps. Coming inside the bedroom.
Katie sat on the bed, and then laid in front of me. She didn't say anything, she just looked at me. And I looked back at her. I knew that, she somehow supported me. She always did. I started to cry again, and she hugged me.