Claimer: Decided it isn't fair for me to take all of them. Just Emily is fine :)

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Chapter 9

I hated church.

I've told my mom this many times, and because of it, we haven't been there in a few years. The Bible has always confused me. Not in wording, but meaning. It says homosexuality is a sin, and sin can lead a person to hell. Why? What's wrong with loving some one? I would read the scriptures over, and over again, but couldn't find the answers. That's when I decided religion wasn't for me. All it did was make me feel guilty and wrong; When I thought God was supposed to make fee safe.

I went down the stairs in the clothes I hadn't touched in a long time. My parents were standing at the bottom waiting. "Lets go." My mom said as she walked out of the door smiling.

Dad walked over putting his arm around my shoulders. He whispered, "It's going to be okay Emily." Then kissed me on the forehead. I looked up and smiled at him as we walked to the car.

The service went on for an hour and a half. The entire time, I couldn't shake the feeling that the pastor was looking right at me. As if the words coming out of his mouth were being directed towards me.

After the sermon, he walked over to my parents and I. "Hello Pastor Ackard."

"Hi" He looked at me then back to my parents. "I'm ready when you are," he motioned toward his office. I was so confused, and by the looked on his face, so was my father. My mom nodded and walked with Pastor Ackard. My dad and I followed. Once in his office, the motioned toward the seats in front of the desk, "Please sit down." He sat behind it, and looked at me once again. "Emily, your mother scheduled a meeting with me to talk to you.'

My father shifted uncomfortably in his seat then turned to my mother, "Pam, why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I guess I forgot," she shrugged then smiled at the pastor. She looked at me taking my hand in hers. "Pastor Ackard kindly offered to help you get better."

I pulled my hand away, with shock plastered on my face. "Mom..."

"Emily," the minister interrupted, "we have help for people like you. There's a cure."

I shook my head, "But I'm not sick," I said quietly, starting to get aggravated by the situation.

"No," my mom looked at the preacher, "She's just not well, she doesn't mean that."

"Mom," I said just under a yell, "I'm fine! I don't need help!" I felt like I was being cornered.

Pastor Ackard walked over to his book case, "Emily, do you know what the Bible says about homosexuality?"

"That it's an abomination." I could already tell where this was going.

"Do you believe that?" He was looking through the books, then looked over his shoulder, waiting for a response.

"No, I don't," I said matter of factly.

He nodded, turning back to his books, as if he expected my reaction. "On judgment day, when Jesus comes back, he'll be looking for those who are pure and follow his word. If your sick Emily," He looked back towards me, "you won't go to heaven."

"She's not sick." My father said in a tone that made the room even more tense.

My mother turned looking at him confused. "I thought we talked about helping Emily?"

"No, not this!" He put out his arms clarifying that he meant the current situation. He rubbed his temples in frustration. "When we talked last night, you said we would let her back in the house, and we would support her."

"Exactly! That's what we're doing!"

"No Pam. What you're doing a completely different than what I'm trying to do! So don't say we're doing anything! You're not trying to support her! You're damaging her!"

"Mr. Fields," Pastor Ackard chimed in, in response, getting a glare from my dad. "Emily has the chance to change her life for the better. What kind of father would you be if you stood her way?"

My father stood up, hands in his pockets. "Are you calling me a bad father? A bad father would be one that sat her, in silence, watching his daughter being condemned for being honest!"

"I'm not saying anything about you're parenting. You and Mrs. Fields are great people, and Emily is an amazing young lady. She's just been led astray, by demonic influences." He walked over to us with a pamphlet in his hand.

"Demonic influences?" I said, asking for clarification.

"Yes, you were influenced by people the devil used to lead you away from what is right."

I shook my head. If I choose to believe this that would mean that all homosexuals were bad. I wasn't a bad person, Lauren wasn't either. Maya... she's the kindest person on earth. It wasn't fair. "It's not fair." I said aloud. "I'm a good person. Maya's a good person."

"Don't say her name." my mom looked at me coldly.

"Why not mom? I'm don't look at my self the way you look at me! I'm not ashamed to say I'm a lesbian!"

"Emily stop," She looked away from me, down at the floor her hands covering he face.

The minister handed me the folded pamphlet. It read "Healed: The Road to a Homosexual Free Lifestyle" I sat it back down on the table in disbelief. "Emily, one of the steps is pushing away those who are leading you toward that life style. They can do nothing but harm you."

"I love her! I don't understand how that's harming me!"

"You love her?" My mom looked up, with tears threatening to fall.

"Yes!" She looked at the minister, eyes pleading for help.

"Can't we just calm down," Pastor Ackard motioned to the chairs, "and talk about this."

"We've done enough talking." My father walked towards the door. "Come on, we're leaving." My mom stood, and stormed out, pushing past my father. I stood looking back at the pastor before I left the room. He looked up at ceiling and whispered, "Have mercy on her soul."

I was completely silent the ride home, however, my parents were far from it. They argued back and forth. When we drove up to the house, I jumped out slamming the car door behind me. They stayed in the car bickering for about thirty minutes, as I cried in my room. I felt so alone. I wished Maya was there to hold me, and tell me everything was going to be alright.

I felt like screaming. I messed up. That kiss should never had happened, but I let it. I let Lauren kiss me, and it hurt Maya. The image of her sitting on the kitchen floor was ingrained into my memory. She looked so hurt, and knowing it was my fault killed me. I cried, holding my pillow close. Wishing the pain could go away, but I realized it wouldn't, not until I could make things right again. I needed to see her smile.

I stood up, changing into my jeans, when my phone rang. It was Spencer.

"Hello?"

"Emily, have you seen the news?" Her voice was urgent.

"Spencer what's wrong?"

"Just turn on your TV."

I hug up, running down the stairs to the kitchen. My parents had just came inside the house. "Why can't you just accept her?" My dad yelled.

"She's a lesbian!" I tried to ignore my mom's ignorance while I flipped through the channels.

"So what?" My dad retorted.

I finally reached the station, and Maya's house was on the screen. There were paramedics and other emergency personal running in the background.

"At 11AM this morning, Rosewood teen, Maya St. Germain," her picture appeared on the screen, "attempted suicide."

I put my hand over my mouth. My breathing had stopped, and my knees buckled. "No, no, no," My parents came in, looking at me then the screen.

"Her condition is currently unknown." A gurney rolled across the screen into an ambulance.

"No," I repeated. This couldn't be happening. I tried convincing my self this was just a horrible dream.

My phone vibrated, some what pulling my out of my thoughts. I read the message, and instantly felt sick.

You're making my job a whole lot easier. Thanks Em.

-A

Ending note from the author: OMG! I know where this story's going to go. I'm not really sure how many chapters until the end though. I want to finish before the season resumes on January 3rd (my favorite day of the year). Review! Reviews make me happy!