Things were going so blissfully well...it was almost too good to be true. I loved Anaiyah so much...we never argued, everything I went through, she understood, she was perfect...like an angel. If I was in a bad mood bc physical therapy was particularly painful, she was right there to kiss me until I smiled, not that I complained, I loved her kisses. We were still private though. Few, PRECIOUS few people knew of our relationship, me & her [obviously], Chrissy, & her [Anaiyah's] brother & sister. Anaiyahstill hadn'ta clue as to why the very idea ofmy parent's finding out LITERALLY brought me into a panic attack. She had no clue that if my parents EVER knew of our relationship, if they ever knew I considered myself to be a lesbian, I would be homeless, in every sense of the word. This was a month after that first kiss. A month later, I was still waiting, waiting for that other supposed 'shoe' to drop. So when it finally did, I wasn't surprised....it was the severity of the situation that surprised me.
My parents, they've always had this little habit of spying on my computer habits, To make sure I'm safe....like I don't know what I'm doing, like I'm dumb enough to get caught in a harmful situation. One saturday evening my father came in & said to me, flat out, 'Isabella, you're not going anywhere tonight.' I just stared at him in shock. My mother then walked in with a piece of paper. They looked SO ANGRY, I thought to myself, what could they have found? Then my mother handed it to me...it was a note I had written to Anaiyah. In it, I described IN DETAIL how much I loved her kisses, how I couldn't wait to feel our lips togeher tonight...oh crap I thought, I'm SO screwed. I texted Chrissy in a panic, asking her to call Anaiyah & tell her my parents wouldn't let me leave. Then followed my parents to the dining room, with tears streaming down my face. Time to panic...