I quickly and quietly made my way to the front door of my house. I hoped that if I was quiet enough getting in the door I could avoid my mom. Apparently I was wrong. “Where were you?” My mom asked angrily.
“I told you, I was at the concert, traffic was shitty, and no one would actually leave the venue,” I replied with a hint of sass in my voice.
“Elizabeth Anne Stewart, you didn’t tell me anything. Sarah was the one that told me that you guys had gotten held up because you met a boy,” she told me sternly.
I quickly reminded myself to rip Sarah’s head off the next time I saw her, before I responded, “It’s nothing, there wasn’t a boy. I just need to go get some sleep.”
She sighed, “I’m happy that you got over your, erm, curiosity,” my mom said curiosity like it left a sour taste in her mouth.
I knew exactly what she was talking about. It pissed me off that she considered having a girlfriend for two years to simply be my “curiosity”. I knew that she would still have a problem with Andy, I mean, please, she thinks anyone that has a tattoo is an evil person who mugs and rapes people. I tried to hide my anger through gritted teeth as I replied, “Mom, Scarlett was not ‘curiosity’. She was my lovely girlfriend of two years, and if you must know, the boys name is Andy and he shows more acceptance towards me than you do! Why can’t you just accept me for me, not some ‘traditional’ girl who will sit down and learn to be seen but not heard!?”
As I began to storm off my mom gently took my arm, “Honey, I am glad that you found a boy, and I understand that we have our differences, but-“
“Save it, I’m going to bed,” I cut her off coldly. I needed to get away, and just talk to Andy.
I stormed off and went to my room. I closed the door and flopped down on my bed. I tried to hold back the tears, but I gave up. I just let all my emotions flood out of me, I stared at the box cutter sitting on my bedside table and quickly went to the bathroom.
Once I got to the bathroom, I turned on the shower and muttered the words my mom told me when she found out I was bi. Worthless, fag, piece of shit, no one loves you, I can’t stand to see you. I stripped down, and made multiple deep cuts right under my hip bone. I knew that it would be painful to walk the next day. In the distance I heard my phone ringing but I didn’t care.
A few hours later when I had cleaned up the bathroom and cooled myself and my emotions down enough to talk, I checked my phone.
Sarah: 5 missed calls
Andy: 3 missed calls
I quickly called him back. It only took a single ring before he answered. “Elizabeth, your friend called me and told me you weren’t answering her calls, and I was worried about you. Are you okay?” He asked me quickly.
“It’s okay, Andy. Seriously, I’m fine,” I could practically feel his nerves through the call.
“Are you sure? If you need I can tell you where I’m staying,” I bit my lip, I knew I would seem desperate, and I still needed to figure out the whole age thing, but I wanted to get out, so I said yes.
He told me he would text me the address. I quickly packed a bag of clothes and other things I need to keep myself from looking quite so scary tomorrow. Andy was still on the line, and refused to hang up until he saw at the door to his room.
An hour later I ended up at Andy’s temporary door. “Wrists, now.” He commanded in his low voice. I knew exactly what he was looking for, and was silently thanking god that I was more logical in the placement of my self-harm scars. I gave him my arms, and was surprised when he quickly pulled me into a hug. “Thank god you didn’t hurt yourself.”
I looked up at him. “What makes you think I’d do that?” I asked wondering why he was suddenly so worried about how many fucks I actually did give.
“You didn’t answer anyone’s calls, and your friend told me that you were stressed about things. When I hear things like that I think the worst has happened,” he told me quickly.
I knew I didn’t want to be caught in some horrid celebrity love triangle, but his arms wrapped around me felt so good. I pulled back slightly. “What’s wrong?” His concern was etched on his face.
“What is this? What about your girlfriend?” I was going to stop there, but I felt another question blurting out of my lips, “What about my age?”
He stared at me for a minute. “What? There is no girlfriend anymore, and what did you mean by your age?”
I sighed and knew that I had to come clean now.