Spelling bee day. Another worthless way to try to get our brains working after such a long break. I hate those types of things. I had a lot to do when I got home. When the day ended, I walked home. I knew what was awaiting me. I walked into the kitchen. My father was sitting there. I had told him that there was something I had wanted to say to him. I swallowed hard. That feeling of having a lump in my throat was back. It was on January 1st. I had made this my new years resolution. To tell my dad that I was a lesbian. I walked slowly over to him. I needed him to know. After mom died I knew I was never sane. I lost it. I learned at a young age that this was how I was. I knew I wasn't normal. As I sat down, my dad gave me an icy glare. He had come home from work early to hear this. My dad. He was weird. He hardly spoke. I never saw him eat. He only cooked, cleaned, bathed, and slept. He had a sort of routine. It had been 3 years since Mother's death. She had died in a car accident. I stopped delaying the talk. As I was sitting there telling him about who I was, his eyes watered. His face grew red. When I finished, he stood up. He muttered something. He ran into the kitchen. I ran upstairs. I went under my bed and grabbed my knife. I slid it down my pocket. I had a bad feeling. I never had admitted to dad that I had seen him kill mom. He was in her room. And I saw through the crack of the door. He stabbed her. I had never told the police out of fear. I think he was onto me. He terrified me. He banged on the door. I opened it and thrust my knife at him. My knife made contact with a bone. I saw he had a pistol in his back pocket. He grinned. I let go and ran downstairs to the phone. The police came over. Turns out my father was a murder. They came in and retrieved the body. I never did tell anyone else I was how I was. Because I couldn't. Who could I tell when I was stuck in a padded room?
Welcome back. Happy new year. I am glad to be back. Enjoy and I don't know. Have a good day. Sorry if I am rusty. Not trying to offend. Just showing the true terror of this. A lot of people are afraid of telling their parents that they are gay or lesbian. So I made a story about it. I had a better idea, but it would have probably been WAY too much.
