Chapter Eighteen

Spencer’s Story

     As my father and I reached the bottom of the stairs, my mom was on her way out the door. Our eyes meet with each other. Her face wasn’t digusted, no it was sad now. Like she had been crying like I was a few moments ago. We were still staring at each other. Both our eyes saying so much. Pleading. Hers saying "How could you?" and mine begging, "Mom please, you don’t understand."  And with one last moment she was out the door, and the pleading battle for now, was over.

     "What’s going on?" Glen said peaking his head from the dining room. My dad looked at me and put his hand on my back. We walked into the dining room. I sat next to Clay, while he sat next to Glen on the other side.

     "Is everything okay? Where did mom go? She seemed upset." Clay said with concern.

     I looked around at my two brothers and my father and wondered if this was the way our family would be now. Is my mom turning away from her family just because she found out her onlt daughter is gay? My dad cleared his throat which brought me out of my own little world of thoughts.

     "Well if Spencer wants to talk about what happened, then we will talk about it." He said.

     "Talk about what? What happened?" Glen said with slight irritation. I took a deep breath and found myself playing with my hands. Might as well get this over with.

     "Spencer." Glen said impatient,

     "Glen, stop. She looks uncomfortable, just drop it." Clay jumped in. I smiled faintly at how caring he can really be.

     "Its okay Clay," I said, "we can talk about it." I said looking at everyone.

     "Well, I didn’t come down to dinner right away because I was watching a tape my friends made me to take back home." I explained. Everyone was silent, waiting for me to go on. Then, I wasn’t quite sure how to put this. I felt so small. Awkward, and upset. How could she just leave like that?

     "Um, and well, Ashley, the one I told you guys about at dinner."