Same Love

Emmy was just your average student at a middle/high school. She was just starting out her 8th grade year. She had a hidden secret that no one knew about...


12. What About Love?

Danny and I were sitting in my room, listening to some music and making out. We were minding our own business, when suddenly the door flew open. I pulled away fast and when I looked back it was my brother. "Oh I am so telling Mom. She's gonna kill you!" He laughed. I had the most palest color on my face. "Wait! Please Chase I'll do anything! Please don't tell Mom!" I ran over to him, begging him. "Looks like your girlfriend should leave, because you have homework to do." He handed me an Algebra II and a Biology textbook. "But Chase...You're two grades ahead of me..." "Looks like you better start studying then, shouldn't you?" He smirked. "And I have a chemistry paper due tomorrow." He left the room and went into the kitchen, grabbing an apple.

Over the next few days, I made several pots of coffee late into the night, just to keep myself up. I would drink energy drinks at lunch just to power me through the day.

On the second week of no sleep, getting both mine and Chase's homework done, going to basketball practice, and school, I had overworked myself to the point of passing out from lack of sleep in class. Danny would have to wake me up before the teacher saw. "Emmy make your brother do his own homework, this is ridiculous. You need sleep." Danny looked at me. I shook my head. "He'll tell on me." I sighed. I rubbed my eyes and laid my head on my hand. "Emily, wake up." The teacher rasped her ruler on my desk and I sat up in my seat, eyelids nearly closed, dark purple/ black circles underneath my eyes.

When I went home that night, I went straight to bed and sat my alarm at 6, 2 hour sleep.

I woke up at 2 am. I was so screwed, I had slept through my alarm, which left me no time to get everything finished. I did my homework first, then started on my brother's. I crashed again around 5, then my alarm decided to go off then at 6, waking me up for school. "Shit!" I exclaimed. I hadn't gotten anything of my brother's done except for half a page for his biology report. I went in his room and slipped his books in his backpack and his paper in his binder.

All day at school I was freaking out. That report was half of his grade at the end of the semester, I was getting it when I got home. Gym that day, we were swimming. Of course after we had to shower. After my shower, I got dressed and brushed my hair. About halfway through the grooming of my hair, I saw tons of hair fall out in the brush. My hair was growing weak and brittle. It had lost all of it's life and volume. I decided that now it didn't matter what my brother did, I was going to give myself a heart attack if I didn't stop.

When I got home that night, I was in big trouble by Chase. As soon as I walked in my room he shut the door and came in. "I got an F on my paper today. What were you thinking? You must really want me to tell Mom! And what happened to my Algebra homework? Not done. Yeah, when mom gets home, she's hearing about your girlfriend." He smirked. "I honestly don't care're killing me, literally, this is too much work." I panted and laid on the bed. "Awe, poor baby. Newsflash I don't care you self centered dyke!" He snickered at me and went to his room.

I laid on my bed and waited to hear the front door open. I awaited the sound of disappointment and anger my mother portrayed as my brother told her my secret. I didn't have to wait long. Then I heard the words, "Your daughter likes girls! She's a dyke! She's a dyke!" He laughed and went back into his room. I heard the footsteps walk towards my door, I was facing the wall so my mom couldn't see the straying tears fall down my cheeks. "You can't see Danny anymore." She said and with that she shut the door.

After I had calmed myself down, I went out into the living room. "Mom what does it matter if I love Danny?" I looked at her. "You don't know what love is, you're a teenager for godsakes! And God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve! Being gay is a sin and you're going to hell for what you've done!" She scolded. I looked down at my shoes for a minute and then looked back up. "God says you shouldn't judge. Race, gender, sexuality. God loves me, he made me this way." "You were a mistake," My brother spoke up. "God is waiting for the moment to take you down to hell." I looked at my family with complete disbelief and tears streamed down my face. "Why? Why are you doing this to me?! What about love? What about happiness? Isn't my happiness important?!"

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