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X-Why-Me... Chapter 15
Chapter 15
It took awhile before things got interesting with things being pretty heated as the fat cop showed only he had with him two other cops and the Sheriff.
Okay Emily thought the Sheriff looked like he knew what was going on and he looked more capable than the other guys. He was younger too by at least between ten to twenty years too depending on what cop you compared him too and he didn’t look like a foot chase would be cause for him radioing 911.
He was taking pictures and then he was looking at something on a computer tablet before coming in.
He talked to her mom.
She called him Stone.
Okay Stone as a first name was…
Holy shit she thought he looked like her sister.
She watched as they talked and she looked at her mom and it was a close vibe but as far as she could tell it wasn’t an I’ve slept with him/her kind of vibe between the two of them.
He left after the local Budget renta-car was there with a car for them to use while their car was taken and towed to their house.
“Mom?”
“Yes honey?”
“Uhm why aren’t we using the garage?”
“Mr. Peter’s said that he’s too bust to change out our tires.”
“Oh but there’s…oh…”
Her mother nodded. “It travels faster than in my day though.”
Emily looked at her. “It’s likely all over Facebook and Twitter.”
“It just happened?”
“Mom, it takes no time these days.”
“Yes technology’s just great…” he mother frowned as they drove following the wrecker and the sheriff.
“Mom?”
“Yes Em?”
“The sheriff…he looks like Angie.”
“He’s her uncle.”
“I’ve never seen him come over.”
Her mother looked over at her a moment and there was a bit of that sad kind of look she’d get sometimes there.
“I wasn’t exactly welcome and I’m still not where Angie’s father’s concerned. I was the other woman remember.”
“So the whole bunch is like that?”
“Pretty much…Stone’ll likely get an earful just doing his job with this today.”
“But it’s his job?”
“And this is a small town, people won’t care about his job they’ll care that you’re my daughter and that you’re a lesbian.”
Emily clenched her hands. She knew what her mom said was right but still she just couldn’t help but get angry at it, at these people just what right did they have to act like that and what business of it was theirs?
They pulled up to the house and the sheriff did all the sort of paperwork stuff with her mom with the tow truck and Angie was home and was looking at Emily as she took her things and she headed into the house. Emily could see her looking too at her uncle and she was pretty sure that Angie knew who he was but she didn’t say anything about it as she opened the door for Emily.
She looked at her little sister.
“Sorry Angie…it…it just came out.”
Angie looked at her. “It’s okay…I mean it’s not and it’s already started and stuff but with me…and you it’s okay.”
“It is?”
“Yeah…I’m not one of those idiots that think gender or sexuality is a choice…you’re my sister.”
She hugged her. “Thanks…that means a lot.”
“It’s going to be bad Em but not as bad as it could be, it’s not as red-necked here as it seems.”
Things seemed to go in this weird fast but slow thing as the afternoon went on to evening and Emily cleaned her pads for lacrosse and washed her uniform and her clothes and did her homework and had supper with her sister and her mom.
Her dad was in later having had to get things and go out of town to pick up new tires for her mom’s car.
After supper she helped her dad set things up for the house…some cameras and a bunch of motion lights and going with him and taking the power saw and cutting down a couple of trees for the old back woods road that led onto their property.
“Dad? We really need to do all of this?”
He was digging, here and there where he figured a car or truck might try to go around stuff or even an ATV not trenches but these foot and a half deep good sized pot holes.
“Honestly I home not but people are kind of already being really shitty about this and it’s not really something I want to chance…they really could try this road and come onto the property here and I’m not chancing my family…so they can see the road’s blocked off I got signs up and if they still try well their busted axles aren’t our fault.”
She nodded but she was really hoping that it wasn’t going to come to this.
“You think they’ll do something?”
“Your mom and I grew up in this town and you and Angie might have a different generation with things and all but a lot of the assholes we went to school with are still here and so are their kids.”
She chuckled as she gripped the handles for the wheelbarrow. “I think I might go to school with some of the children of said assholes.”
He chuckled too and he grabbed the roll of barbed wire and they started going along the property line actually five feet in from it just to avoid some legal trouble and putting up fencing using the trees there back along the ridge and the road and they tied off the bright orange lumber/logging tape to it in a lot of places just so people wouldn’t be as apt to claim they didn’t see the fencing there. There were also several no trespassing signs and private property sighs as well.
It was fairly late by the time they had the signs up there and some up in the front part of the property.
Someone had done a drive by ball bat to their mailbox as they’d found it a dozen yards from where it was supposed to be on its post.
Emily wasn’t too happy as she hugged everyone but headed down to her room and turned on her computer.
She was looking to have a lot of blocking and reporting and stuff to do on her FB page. Emily booted up her computer and her accounts and she made a new folder just in case…
Yes…there it was starting with all the hater bullshit that you’d expect from people. There were a lot of anti-gay stuff and lesbian stuff on her page, hate messages from people she went to school with.
But nowhere near all of them.
Matt…the football guys, the guys on her team and a decent amount of others including some pretty surprisingly popular people we supporting her and Kira. Sure there were a lot of messages from those that were pretty nasty and things but there was a lot more tolerance than she thought that there’d be.
She smiled at the support and the kindness and she started first with the haters…doing screen captures of their comments and saving them to the folder she made and then she started to report them to Facebook and blocking others and she then started to thank the people that were being so kind in all of this.
She finished up with an entry on her page.
“Thank you all of you for being so good about me coming out. Honestly I never really knew that I was a lesbian or that I had these feelings until I was lucky enough to meet this brave and wonderful and special girl. I guess it just shows that you really can’t control who you fall for.”
Emily had it up for maybe five minutes before she had Kira pop up on her chat box.
“You fell for me?”
“Yes. *Blushes* falling.”
“Me too. *Shy smiles.*”
“How’d things go at home tonight?”
“Okay, we have a really long lane and there’s an old farm gate that we never us but we’re using it tonight.”
“Dad and I set up cameras and fences and made booby traps.”
“Booby traps?”
“Yeah he dug holes around the back road into our place big enough to drop a tire all the way in. And we put up signs.”
“My dad thinks we’ll be okay what isn’t farm fenced is kind of a boggy area and we already have cameras.”
“Because of California?”
“Yeah.”
“Was it bad?”
“Yeah and no…signs and stuff like bags of dog poop and messing with our garbage and spray painting stuff.”
“Any violence?”
“Yeah…at school.”
“I got a lot of people saying good things as well as bad.”
“They’re you’re friends…I got a few but it’s mostly just hate stuff.”
“Save it for proof and then report it and block it.”
“I already did.”
“You going to school tomorrow?”
“Yeah…I want to.”
“Me too.”
“Bring a couple of changes of clothes.”
“Why?”
“There a lot of accidental spills.” *Did air quotes*
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me either.”
“Emily?”
“Yes beautiful?”
*Blushes* “I have an idea.”
……………………………. THE NEXT DAY.
Emily shivered a little as the wind whipped around her knees. The plan was that a lot of people would just think that they’d be all lesbian and that they’d butch it up or just wear jeans and stuff.
Not today…today she was wearing a dress…a sort of nice one with a kind of faux native print to it like a Pocahontas kind of thing and she had some bangles on and one of her nice crosses on a chain and she wore thing high stockings to go with the dress and her one inch heels.
Angie had helped her with her make up and her hair using the whole look to go with her being an autumn and she even had a purse with her along with her backpack and she wore her lacrosse varsity jacket to go with it.
She got on the bus and there were several kids not there that were almost always there and all the conversation stopped as she got on and she got this look from the bus driver with a nod and a smile. It was a much younger guy that old Harry.
Everyone was looking at her as she took her seat and then things slowly went back to normal as they drove until they picked up Kira.
Emily’s breath caught in her chest.
Kira had he hair styled very simply instead of her usual city kind of demi-spike thing and it looked actually blonder in this honey colored way and a bit longer. A country cloth dress like the kind with the small little flowers on it but with a short skirt to it and a low cut bodice that was boosted even more by a fancy bra.
White stockings and ballet flats and a soft looking sweater completed this look…girl next door meets super sexy lesbian goddess.
She actually stood for her as Kira got on the bus with some coffees from home.
The kids on the bus looked stunned.
Wait till they see then both at school.
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go girls
maybe Angie should make up cards to hand out to asses, "have you meet my uncle Stone, the sheriff" it never hurts to have a good threat, maybe he'll man up for it.
great chapter, you have some good girls here. thanks
Angie would try that but knows it won't work.
He hasn't been around any more than that entire side of her family, no birthdays and no Christmas's.
*Hugs and Howls.*
Bailey Summers
I really feel the lesbian community do themselves a disservice
... at times in emphasizing the all butch all the time angle that a lez is suppose to be. Femmes get second class status in lez communities and that is as bigoted as woman get second class status in the straight community.
I can understand somewhat as the butchies want to emphasize that a butch woman is still a woman so respect me whereas I think there is resentment to the femmes for not being subject to prejudices as much in the mainstream community. The butch === lez thing has got to stop.
*shakes head*
Kim
Not all Lesbians
Are like that mew. That's just a small group of them -cough-michiganwomyn'smusicfestival-cough- but not every lesbian is like that.
The idea is though, that femininity as an expression is a form of oppression to women. A form of making a girl feel like she has to be this delicate flower and that's what they are against.
I agree with you to a degree that the prejudice within the community (especially towards transwomen, transgirls, and gender queer peoples) really needs to die.
I know who I am, I am me, and I like me ^^
Transgender, Gamer, Little, Princess, Therian and proud :D
Feminity != weakness
That is where I disagree. Yes the ultra-fem girls can be a bit annoying but most women span the spectrum. To deny all sense of beauty and grace or refinement is where I draw the line. The short lesbian hair cut is a bit cliche these days but I still get it from some of them that that is the only way to identify a sistah. Culturally they still cling to that a lot and I see that at my share of pride events still. It is hardly a dead stereotype and you will see quite a bit of that at gay marriages where there is a lot of the butch and femme thing. God forbid two femmes coming together. And if a femme likes being femme, well it is up to them.
Kim
There's an underlying idea in some Les/Radfem circles.
That being femme is a cop out to the patriarchal control men have over women. There is a tiny grain of that to be true but not that much. Women create women's culture, they dictate fashion and querks and the mores of their side of society. I know this will get disagreed on but Joe average guy couldn't give two shits about women and the fashions and clothes.
Objectify women sure, all day long all the time for Joe average but he's not the pusher. Women control that side of things. Misogyny lots of it out there but it's the other women, Lesbians and Redfems and Terfs that are the ones creating and supporting butch culture and the art of looking down at the femme.
Don't get me started on the trans femmes and how they accuse them of being supporting and twisting carricatures of femininity.
*Hugs to Both*
Bailey Summers
The girls are going against that stereotype.
They've kind of expected that they'd be expected to butch up or that one of them will. They won't really get a lot of the pretty real butchie look downs given the size of the LGBT community in town.
*Great Big Hugs*
Bailey Summers
"girl next door meets super sexy lesbian goddess."
giggle.
Country girl clothes with big city lingerie.
And a smoking curvy body...That fits Kira to a tee.
*Great Big Angel Hugs*
Bailey a proud Big Brother.
Bailey Summers
WOW :D
Okay like, there are quite a lot of errors in this that you might want to fix, also randomly it changes from first person to third person and it was a bit of a confusing read. Other than that, I hope those girls will have fun :D
I know who I am, I am me, and I like me ^^
Transgender, Gamer, Little, Princess, Therian and proud :D
First person?
I didn't notice any first person perspective, unless you meant the facebook chat part at the end, and that's just how Bailey writes chats and similar things. It wsan't really first person either.
My only problem is sometimes Bailey uses long sequences of short back and forth dialogue, and doesn't use "she said" or "he replied" or "Emily explained" or the like, and sometimes I lose track of who said what and have to scroll back up and start again. Like in this chapter, when it got to the part about one girl recommending a change of clothes. I lost who said what at that point and thought Emily said it, but it was Kira. Usually you can tell by context who said what, but let's just say this isn't the first time I lost track during dialogue in a Bailey story. *grin*
The typos and spelling and grammar errors, I can usually ignore/forgive because I love his story telling style so much...
Lisa
That's my fault.
When it's between two characters it just seems easier to follow and well it's a back and forth so...I will try to stuff in a little thing for readers to follow more.
*Big Hugs*
Bailey Summers
It doesn't change POV's.
There might be some errors but I used 3rd person throughout except during the dialog. I'm not an editor or a grammar slave I'm not even a writer. I tell stories. And no...too OCB to work with an editor during writing. But still glad that you liked the story.
*Big Hugs*
Bailey Summers
Coming Out
Great story as always. Sorry to say typical reaction in some smaller communities, very typical where I was raised. All this hate starts at home, usually pushed by some religious organization or another. Often times then not same ones that vilify women who have a brain in their head.
It can get scary (yes from experience) when there isn't support from others you know inside school. Would behoove them to not walk around alone.
*hugs*
-Elsbeth
Is fearr Gaeilge briste, ná Béarla clíste.
Broken Irish is better than clever English.
Yes it's very hard coming out in small towns.
Worse even more now with social networking. It would be safe for them to keep close and keep an eye on each other.
*Big Hugs*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
X-Why-Me...
Yeah! Eff the squares, man! Turn their stereotypes upside down. Dress nice, act sweet, treat it like an everyday thing (as it should be). It won't help with the hardcore haters, but it might convert some of the others to allies, or at least make them apathetic enough not to mess with Emily and Kira.
Good luck, girls. (We know there's going to be conflict with the real arseholes, though)
I missed this story, Bailey. :)
*hugs*
Lees
Yes some of the haters will be taken aback by this.
And yes the hard core ones will definitely still be going at it there is a definite line of fight in the girls. Moe will be coming I was just kind of late getting around to this one.
*Great Big Angel Hugs*
Bailey Summers
The haters want a war,
and it looks like they're gonna get one! =D
Just show me where to swing my sword. = )
*Broad smile and slow tail swish* :)
Yes the war has started and more to follow.
You're sword will be welcome.
*Huggles and scratchings.*
Bailey Summers
Re: The haters want a war
I'll be happy to help you out, Extravagance.
*stands a few feet away from Extravagance, katana in her right hand, wakazashi in her left, waiting for the battle to start*
I agree; the butchie-lez thing should be buried;
For a sisterhood that wants to be respected and loved, there's a lot of hypocrisy when girls who love girls see girls who are girly, loving girls. As a TG male, I'd just love to be in the situation of sharing my life like that. If a butchie girl wants to snuggle up to another butchie girl, fine, but don't "look down" on girly girls; male or female, we're not the product of male-dominant society we're people who love and want to be loved - for what we are and who we are...... Lighten up, girls!
Exactly there's a place for everyone and not just certain types.
Emily is still that kind of tomboyish girl mostly from where she lives more than the CAIS thing which makes very girly types and Kira's a west coast fashionista and very comfortable in being femmy and sexy.
But You know some people.
*Great Big Hugs*
Bailey Summers
A nice aftermath chapter
A nice aftermath chapter following the drama of the previous chapters. It's good to see the family pulling together while in 'circle-the-wagons mode.
I loved the line about going to school with the second generation assholes and it was nice to see some daughter-dad time. As for Angie, it must really suck to be the subject of so much hate just for existing but she once again showed that she came through for her sister when it mattered.
Oh and Bailey for my two pence... a captivating storyteller will bring me back again and again, and you are most definitely a captivating storyteller. Interestingly my word thesaurus states that Bard is an alternative word for storyteller, so I guess that makes you the Bard of Big Closet? :-)
Thanks for another chapter of this story.
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."
Thank You for the huge compliment Jemima:)
It was a really decent chapter and one where we get to see a little bit of everything that goes on when stuff like this goes on. I had a friends father that did the wheel holes thing after his son came out in a little po-dunk town and it works. It's also goo for where ATV's cross illegally over farmland and here that's often berry fields getting tore up.
I liked the Angie part because again pretty real and it shows how families can be with the other woman thing. And Emily's mom, really trying but so nowhere close to being a perfect person.
*Great Big Hugs*
Bailey Summers