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Prodigal

2.3

~2.3~

It was so much fun to be able to go places with Sarah driving, just Sarah and I. We would listen to awesome music (that wasn’t all from the 2010s) and talk about stuff you can’t talk about with parents around.

“And you still don’t find anyone attractive in that way?” Sarah asked.

“Still nothing.” I said, referring to my asexuality. “What’s up with your love life?”

“Are we 100% sure that Shawn Mendes is too old for me?”

“Yes.” I quickly responded, and it was followed by a laugh.

Sarah dropped me off, and I walked inside with all my bags. After dropping them off in the room, I heard my father call my name.

“Emmett, come here please.” He said in his very calm voice. It was calm, but when I heard it, it meant that he wasn’t happy about something.

“What’s up?” I asked, trying not to get too nervous.

“Sit down.” He said. I sat down.

“Why did you post this?” He asked, handing his phone to me. His phone showed the picture that Sarah posted on her Instagram that night.

“What’s wrong with this?” I asked.

“It’s titled Girls Shopping Night.” He said.

I felt a lump in my throat. “So?” I asked.

“You’re not a girl.” He said bluntly.

Those words stabbed me like knives going into my skin all over my body.

“Sarah posted this, not me.” I clarified, trying to avoid an argument, trying to avoid him asking me if I wanted to be a girl, and avoid him getting angry at me.

“Why would Sarah say something like this?”

“I don’t know.” I said. “I’m not Sarah.”

There was a pause, and I decided to take advantage of the silence and get up to try and walk away form the situation.

“Emmett.” Dad said. I turned around and looked at him.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Do you want to be a girl?”

I gulped. I really didn’t wan to lie, but I was by no means prepared to tell the truth. I simply wasn’t ready.

I just rolled my eyes, pretending like it was a ridiculous question. “Goodnight.” I said, as I walked off into my room.