Chapter Thirteen

I didn't like to remember my past. It wasn't that I had a bad childhood, because that was far from the truth. I had a very good childhood. My sister and I went to the best schools, had the best parents. We were spoiled. That all changed when my little sister brought home her first boyfriend. He was the star of the football team, she was head over heels for him, and he loved her. A few weeks later my parents started to question why I never brought home any boys. I didn't know what to tell them, so I started off by telling them I didn't like any of them at school, and that I liked older, mature boys, which was not the case at all. However my parents believed that lie, until my mom came home from work early to find me making out with a girl I was interested in from school. That's when my life changed.

I looked myself over in the mirror. I was satisfied with my outfit, a pair of ripped jeans and an over sized white shirt. I left the hotel room I was staying at suddenly feeling anxious about lunch with my sister, but I pushed that aside and kept walking. I didn't know this part of town very well, but I knew the streets to take in order to get to where I needed to be.

When I got to the Italian restaurant I took a seat, and waited for Sydney. The place hadn't changed much since the last time I had been there. It was my sixteenth birthday. Sydney took me out for lunch, while our parents decorated for the surprise party I wasn't supposed to know about. It was a good memory before my life went to hell.

My mouth felt dry as I saw Sydney enter the restaurant. I quickly took a sip of water, and stood up to greet my sister. I could tell she was anxious, as she jogged over to me, and hugged me. I heard her cry in my ear, with a tear running down my neck for confirmation. "Don't cry." I told her, while hugging her back. I couldn't help the tears forming in my eyes as well.

"I'm sorry." Sydney said, as she backed away, and wiped under her eyes. "Oh my," Sydney started, trying to recompose herself. "You look good, Sam."

"So do you." I complimented. I suddenly felt awkward and nervous. I didn't know what to say, so I took another sip of water to wet my mouth.

"How are things going for you? Where are you staying at?" Sydney suddenly questioned. I knew she felt awkward too. It's probably the best way to start the conversation, by just going for it. The quicker you break the ice, the easier it is to talk, I suppose.

"It's ok, I suppose, no not really." Sam wasn't sure how much she should tell her sister, but after brief contemplation, she decided to just go for it. "Two of my best friends over dosed yesterday. They got to the hospital in time, so they are fine now. But I'm just warn out. I'm tired of being on the street."

"You know you didn't have to run away like that. You always had a home."

"You were always so good to me. You understood, and accepted everything about me. Maybe it was because you were younger, and you looked up to me, I don't really know. When I told you about me being gay, you accepted me. You told me you didn't care, that I was still your big sister. When mom, and dad found out, they were so mad. They hated me."

"They didn't hate you, Sam. Don't think that. They loved you, they still love you." Sydney reassured her sister.

"They did love me before they found out I was gay. They gave me an ultimatum, and I wasn't going to change for anyone so I left. If I wanted to stay in the house I had to change, if not they told me to leave, and that's exactly what I did."

"You should have let them calm down first, let them digest what you just threw at them. It's not easy for everyone." Sydney stated, their was truth in her words, however for Sam, no parents should give their child a choice. You are who you are, and being a parent, bringing a child into the world, you accept them for who they are no matter what your beliefs are.

"I couldn't stay there, Syd. I couldn't, mom and dad would never accept me. It was a point I had to make, and they never came after me." It was true, her parents never tried to stop her, and even after they had time to rethink their actions, they didn't try to look for her. They never called any hospitals, or shelters to see if she was there. Sam had no other choice but to think her parents really did hate her, and could care less about her well being.

"You know they still wonder about you." Sydney stated. Sam didn't let the comment effect her. She had held a grudge over her parents since the day she left. She had waited, and waited for them to make the effort to find her, but no one ever did.

"I don't believe that, and I wont believe it." Sam paused for a moment. Wondering if she should tell her sister the other reason she wouldn't believe her parents worried about her. The memory still fresh in her head, it still burned her heart knowing her own mother just walked away. That was proof she didn't care.

"Why don't you move in with me? You can be my unofficial housekeeper."

I knew my sister was only trying to help, but it just upset me. "No thank you. I don't need any handouts. I've been just fine on my own…."

"Then can you at least come over, and meet your niece?"

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