We parted at the usual crossroads between North and East. A melancholy whim filled my chest with loneliness and hunger after more adventure that day. But there was nothing left other than a disappointed family at home.
It’s wrong, it’s disgusting, it’s unforgivable. The words were beating in my head. I pushed the door and stepped inside. Dad was at work until 9. Mom was in the kitchen. Sis must have been upstairs. Grandma was taking a nap on the sofa, and I tenderly gave her a kiss on her forehead, when I passed her.
I turned my head back over to see who wanted to talk. Mom. I smiled and pretended to look innocent. “Yes?”
“You’re late. Where have you been?”
I knew what she wanted to hear, but hopes are not always the truth. She does it deliberately, and she enjoys it.
“You know, I’ve just been hanging out with Andrei.” I answered, and that’s at least the truth.
“Vladimir, why don’t you hang out with girls? Please, Vladimir… You don’t even try to be a man! They start to gossip about us. It doesn’t only affect you!” she hissed, and I sensed a teardrop from her winkled face.
“It’s enough already! It’s none of their business! It’s none of your business! It’s none of anyone’s business! Why can’t you just accept it?!” I stormed to my room. Anger prickled in my entire body, and I felt a need to break something, laugh and cry at the same time. It’s a shame. If they won’t accept me in this world, I don’t want to be here.
I crashed my forehead against the wall and broke a vase. The teardrops were pouring down monotonously, and I groaned. Right there, I just wanted to die, almost.