When I hung up the phone I lay awake for what seemed like forever, trying to keep the memories of my past out of my mind and wondered what my real parent would say if they knew anything about me and my sexuality.
Would they forgive me? Would they still love me? Would I get beaten once more?
However then a knock came at my door, startling me.
"How is she?" Mom's voice asked and I sighed as I sat up.
"talkative." I answered, trying to pretend that I didn't care about the girl. However my mother only rolled her eyes.
"Haruka, stop trying to be such a pain. You care for that girl." She stated and then added "you had to because you never cry Haruka and you was today."
I felt heat rush to my face as I rolled over and hid my face from my guardian before muttering
"Shut up!"
I could hear her soft chuckle and her footsteps approached the bed then her hand lightly running lightly through my hair.
"You're not a monster Haruka, I don't care what everyone else thinks. If you just will open up to people they will see you in the same way that I do…..they will see you as the kind, gentle person that has just been hurt too much." She whispered, causing me to growl.
"Then explain why everyone hates me just because I'm gay!" I snapped and she sighed as she moved away from me.
"Haruka…you need to try to make friends besides being paranoid. You only really opened up to Elza and that was only because she forced herself into your life." Setsuna continued and I sighed.
"What do you understand? You know nothing about what it's like to be anything like me! So just shut the fuck up and leave me alone!" I snapped and for a moment I expected a harsh blow however all she said was
"Alright Haruka."
And with that she left me alone, to calm down.
What had I done? I wondered as I lay there, fighting tears. Thinking I Had messed things up with my adoptive mother.
After about two hours I managed to drag myself downstairs to where Setsuna was working on something on the ancient desktop that sat at the far end of the living room.
"I'm sorry." I stated and she looked up with a small smile.
"I know, just never cuss me again young lady." She replied though her voice was soft and her eyes shone with compassion.
"Yes ma'am." I replied and she rolled her eyes, the mock sternness gone.
"Are you hungry? Dinner's on the table." She asked suddenly and I nodded.
"okay, thanks Mom." I stated and she smiled before turning back to the computer.