I Love Him.
I hurt deeper
I stood outside my own door. Staing at the small rusty gold handle. I can see my mom sitting staring at her hands throught the window. I wonder how long she's been like that. Since last night? I take a deep breathe and push open the door.
'Mom?' I ask, walking in. She looks up, glaring.
'Please, call me Linda.' She hisses. My eyes burn.
'Fine, Linda, did I really do something that bad?' She didn't say anything, but walked away. I walked up to my room, and sat for a while. I heard mo—Linda, downstairs again. I walked down and caught her taking a few pills. I sighed, and hid my face with my fringe, looking at my scuffed Chucks. I sit at the dinner table, poking at the food, and stealing glances and Linda.
"Is it so bad?" I finally asked.
'Yes.'
'Why!?'
'My only son is gay.' SHe hissed.
'Does that hurt you?'
'Yes.' I blushed, and my eyes burned. She walked over and kissed my head.
'Frank.' I looked up in hope.
'I hurt deeper than you'll ever know.' She glared, and turned away.
She refuses to talk to me now.