In response to Linda G Hill’s Stream of consciousness prompt an-
I’m late but I was working yesterday so here goes.
Anathema… the word rang in her head, as she walked down the street. She could barely see where she was going; it was dark and she wasn’t sure she had a plan, or a place to go. Well there was one, but she didn’t think she could afford going there right now.
Everything had gone awry. And she hadn’t expected such a backlash to her revelation. Well; she hadn’t intended to talk about it in the first place, but such was life that sometimes it threw curve balls at you. Suddenly you life was turned upside down. Suddenly it branched a way you had never intended or foreseen.
Anathema… a word she’d only ever associated with the devil in her entire life. Something corrupt and evil. Now she was to associate it with love. Why? It wasn’t fair. Her mind was numb, the word like an anaesthetic on her brain. How could someone make love such a dark thing? She couldn’t forgive it. That’s why she’d left. It wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t chosen this. She was that way. How could her parents – of all people – judge her? Where was their so-called tolerance? Gone, down the drain of fear and prejudice. She might have tried to analyze that but she didn’t have the heart; it was broken.
Anathema… because she was in love with another girl. Because someone, at school, had taken a photo of them kissing and sent it to everyone. Like animals, no like vultures attracted to a carnage, their lives had gone to hell. Anarchic her behaviour! Corrupt! Vile! All words that had come after that anathema one. Evil. Degenerate.
Where was the tolerance, the charity that her parents had preached since she was a child? But no, with their own daughter, they no longer lived by the same principles. And what would her brother say? Would he follow their parents? Probably. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t going back. And she couldn’t go to Sadie. She had no idea what her parents had said. Sadie’s parents were always her anchor, her place to go when she had issues. But what if they reacted like Juliet’s? Where would they go?
She felt her phone vibrate. A text from Sadie.
“Heard about ur parents. Com 2 my place. ILY. S.”
Tears sprang from her eyes, which hadn’t been there until now.
“What did ur folk say?”
“They said u should com.”
She found a bus stop and figured out her way to her Sadie’s place.
Within half an hour, her androgynous and perfect girlfriend opened the door. She opened her arms and Juliet fell into them.
“We’ll be fine. My parents are perfectly ok with it. They said you shouldn’t be on your own Juliet. They will try to change your parents’ minds.”
“They called me anathema Sadie. Said I was Satan’s spawn. What are the odds?”
“I don’t know. I don’t care. You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want.”
She did. Until she and Sadie parted ways to study at university a couple of months later. She’d never been so grateful for the scholarship her parents had hoped she wouldn’t accept seeing as they had the money to pay for her studies.