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Note From Author:So you guys know how I said there was going to be sex. Well, I feel it would be too cliche to rush into it this chapter. The sex scene will happen, I just want to develop the characters a little bit more. This update happened so much quicker than my last one because I've had a lot of inspiration and support from friends and fans. Thanx!

Chapter 7

Her face went blank. I searched her eyes for anything, anything that told me she felt the same way. "I love you," I repeated.

She stood up, walking over to the counter leaning against it. Her eyes were dark. "You have to go now, Emily." She avoided eye contact with me, as tears slid down her cheeks.

"Maya, I'm sor..."

She looked at me with a cold stare, cutting me off. "Please leave."

I walked over to her, about to grab her hand, and tell her over and over how much she meant to me, but something changed. The girl from earlier that night was not the same as the one in front of me. She was now cold and broken.

"Maya... do you love me?"

We were standing so close I could feel her breath. Our lips were inches apart. She turned her head as her tears fell freely. "Please go," she choked out.

I stepped back with my head down. I grabbed my purse, walking out of the kitchen. I looked back seeing Maya had sunken to the floor, eyes distant, crying silent tears.

Walking home, I felt vulnerable and exposed. I cried, thinking about the kiss and Maya. Even though I tried, I couldn't figure out why I liked the kiss. I shouldn't have, Maya was my girlfriend.

As I went up to my door, I noticed the light were still o. I checked my watch, 2:42 am. Opening the door, I heard my mom's muffled cries from the kitchen. I wiped away my tears then rushed in.

She was crying into the shoulder of a man in an army uniform. My father. "Dad?" I choked out realizing my voice felt strained from all the crying.

My mom looked up, walking away from my father. She looked out the window into the darkness. "Where were you Emily?"

"I told you I was going to..."

"Maya's," she cut me off giving me a cold stare. "What did you do at Maya's?"

"We just watched some movies," I said as calmly as possible.

"Really?" I nodded. "Then tell me Emily, what are these?" She pushed an opened envelope across the counter to me.

"What is this?"

"I don't know, you tell me." Her voice was icy.

I pulled the contents out of the folder and went into panic mode. There were three pictures and a folded note. The first picture was one I recognized. It was the film strip from the photo booth. The second where from the Rainbow Bar. However, Maya and I weren't looking at the camera. I had my hands around her waist as we kissed. The last one was of us in her car before we went into the club, looking into each others eyes. I had no idea the last two were even taken.

"Emily," my father's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Do you have something you want to tell us?"

My mind was clouded with the truth and the lies I was so used to telling. I opened the note laying on the table.

Emily, sweet Emily. You're such a good girl. Always doing what your told. "A" student, on the swim team, and pretty. But you have a secret, don't you Emily? One that can ruin everything. A secret that threatens to change your life everyday. You've kept it hidden for so long. But remember Emily, everything that's done in the dark, comes to light eventually.

-A

I didn't realize I was crying until the paper in front of me was hit by falling droplets. "A" followed me tonight. "A" was there. I looked up to see my mom staring down at the pictures shaking her head.

"I just don't understand Emily. We were good parents, we raised you on morals and standards."

"Mom,"

"And then you let that, that dyke corrupt you!"

"Mom please."

"Pam," my dad tried calming her.

"No, no. I want you to tell me right now, Emily. Are you a lesbian?"

I stood there for a meant still taking in what was happening. I realized this was it. All the lying and hiding my secret would be over. I would be free. "Yes, mom... I'm a lesbian." She stood there looking at me with disgusts The silence lingered for a few moments. My father, who had his back turned the whole time, turned to face me. He had one tear working its way down his dark face. He walked out of the kitchen, up the stairs, then into my parents room gently closing the door.

I looked at the stairs hoping he would come back, when deep inside, I knew he wouldn't. "You know," my mom said breaking the silence, "He came home as a surprise. We were going to stop by Maya's in the morning to pick you up for breakfast." She smiled at the thought but then her smile faded. "How could you do this Emily?" she yelled.

"Mom," tears were coming back up. "It's not my fault you found out this way!"

"Then who sent us this letter Emily? Who is A?" I couldn't tell her without giving away the girls' secrets. I shook my head. "I don't know you anymore. All this time I thought everything was okay, when you've been fucking that slut."

"Maya is a good person!"

"No! She's an abomination, and so are you!" I started sobbing.

"What's so wrong with it mom? Who cares who I choose to love?"

"Emily, you don't see the big picture! You won't be granted the same opportunities as a normal person. No one wants a homosexual to work for them. Don't you see? You can't get anywhere if you're gay!"

"Mom that's not true."

"Yes it is Emily. If you're gay life will not be easy."

"You say it won't be easy." I shook my head. "I like being with Maya. When I'm with her I-I'm happy! She makes me fell like I'm okay the way I am."

"Those are all lies!"

"No! They're not! Pretending I'm going to Spencer's when I'm really with Maya is a lie. Acting like we're just friends is a lie. I'm tired of lying mom!"

"Fine." She walked up the stairs. I stood there in the kitchen for a couple moments until I heard something hitting the walls. I ran up to my room. She was pulling the clothes out of my closet, not bothering to take of the hangers. Shirts were flying towards the door and almost hit me as I came in.

"What are you doing?"

"I will not have a "gay" living in my house."

"You're- You're kicking me out?"

"Yes! Unless you can tell me right now you'll try to get better." She looked up from the drawer she was sitting at.

"Better? Mom, nothing is wrong with me!"

She stood up, and rushed over to me pushing me into the wall. "There is nothing normal about being a dyke!" She swung at me striking me across the face. "You're sick Emily!" My father rushed in holding back my mother has she swung again just missing my face.

"Emily," my dad said holding my mom, "I think you should leave."

My went then went on auto pilot. I grabbed as many clothes as I could off the floor and stuffed them into a duffel bag. I turned back to look at my father holding my sobbing mother. He looked at me with regret filled eyes. For a second, I thought he would tell me to stay, that mom was wrong, but he didn't. He just stood there, holding back tears.

Ending Note: I've already started the next chapter, so that should be up before Thanksgiving! I'm really liking where this story is going. Review! Please! Keeps me motivated, and my motivation determines how fast the updates come. So review!