I'm Lesbian, My Husband's Gay

CHAPTER 3: RYAN

The picture given is Ryan's image, Annette's bisexual brother.

And as you know, credit for image goes to the owner not me.

Well, enjoy!

And also mention in the reply section which character you are liking the most so far.

Warning: This chapter contains homophobic slurs and violence. Read with a strong heart.

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Ryan's POV:

"Listen dear, if you really do like her then tell me nah, what's there to hide in it?"

"That's what I'm trying to say mom, there's nothing to hide in it! But the thing is that I don't even like her! Why are you trying to convince me?"

"Oh baby boy, I'm just trying to tell you, you should give her a chance. She seems like a very genuine girl and I'm sure she will really be a nice girlfriend for my son too..."

"Ugh mom! I - DONT - LIKE - HER! She's good and genuine that does not mean I will have to make her my girlfriend! Were just good friends!"

"It's ok but just-"

"MOM! Enough... Please leave me alone I don't wanna talk to anyone about anything right now... Please!"

"Okay... But think about my words~..."

She cooed at the end as if I was anyhow interested in whatever rubbish she was spilling and left and closed the door.

I'm just not interested in making anyone my girlfriend right now. Ya boyfriend might be an option.

I'm a bisexual teen. Tho, Ill turn 18 this year a month later.

I like guys more than girls but still the girl part is not negligible so I just came out as bisexual to Anne.

But still my friend in class, whose name is Jane, tried to hit on me. I like her as a friend only but she tried to take things up a bit. And so, my mother also forces me to do so.

But how am I supposed to tell her that I'm not attracted much to girls. I want a boyfriend... Ig?
But still she keeps to irritate me!

As I was about to stuff my head into the pillow to let out my irritation, the door knob of my room suddenly started to shake. Someone was about to come.

Its her again I'm damn sure!

I was ready to scream at her but to my surprise, Annette came.

"Anne!"

My sister is the kindest person I've ever seen in my life, she's too good! She has a very kind heart that I would love if someone, who bears the same, fell for.

She has been through so much that I feel myself generously lucky to be younger. Had not she been there, I would have come out to our parents just like she did and would have to face all such consequences.

But again, sometimes feel like I actually should have been the elder one. Even if I had to face all those troubles, I would be happy that my sister would not have to.

We both really love each other.

People say, I can die for my love. But I would say, I will always live for my loved ones to be by their side, if it was not necessary for me to be dead tho.

Suicide is really a shitty choice if you want to die for someone who doesn't care about you anymore. You should better live with your loved ones and stand by them.

Some people have toxic parents, toxic friends, toxic siblings, toxic partners and everyone being more toxic than cyanide. For them, they should really stop caring for people around them, but focus on God who is still by their side to help them through their consequences.

Some people don't believe in God, but I think there's hardly anything else to trust so firmly other than God. He doesn't leave our side even if we say hateful words to him, which our loved ones might have done.

I read all these somewhere on phone... Someone's tweet I guess. I'll check later.

Jesus died trying to spread God consciousness. What are we returning to him then? God really is a loving person.

"Hey? Ryan what are you looking at?"

Anne's words brought me back to reality.

"Oh nothing just was about to lay on the bed."

"Hm... But why did I hear you screaming at mom? What did she say again?" She enquired.

"Ahh you know na... She's continuously accusing me of liking Jane and telling me to make her my girlfriend. I'm repeatedly saying to her that I do not like her and that she is just a good friend of mine... You know na-"

I was about to say it loud but lowered my voice and continued,

"you know na I'm bisexual... "

"Yeah but what's the problem with that? You're not gay to not like girls in that case."

"I know I'm not but still I like boys more than girls and that I do not at all want any girlfriend, atleast now."

"Ah ha, so a boyfriend sounds good huh?" She taunted with a smirk on her perfect lips.

"Anneaahhhhh!! Stop!" I yelled at her trying to hit her.

"What's up with my bro huh you're blushing dude?" She said laughing and screaming to which I tried to shut her up for mom could hear her.

"I'm not and ju-" I was cut in the middle with the door of my room suddenly opening.

"What's happening here? Why are you here Annette in your brother's room?" Mother spoke to Anne in a not-so-good tone in her voice.

"Why? Am I not allowed to come here or what?"
Anne sarcastically questioned back to mother.

"Annette! Check with your tone and behave okay? I'm your mother and you need to respect me got it?!"

"Huh... Look who says about tone... In what kind of tone are you talking to me with huh? And mother? Which mother treats her daughter like crap every single day like you are doing huh??"

Oh crap

That's when a slap came right from my mother on Annette's cheeks.

"How dare you speak to me in that manner huh?! And don't dare to tell me how to become a mother okay? I'm your mother and listen carefully. Don't spoil my son just like you are spoilt okay? Don't make him such diseased like you got that?! You are nothing but a gross pathetic homo!"

Finally the venom is spat now.

"Yeah finally the venom is cursed at me right 'MOTHER'? You are nothing but just a devil in the name of a mother! Just because I'm lesbian that's why you are behaving so rude with me right? You too listen one thing clearly madam, if he has to be queer no one in this world has the capability of changing that just like your venomous words and curses never worked to change me!
And one more thing, if being a kind queer person like I am is better than being a dreadful straight woman like you, Im glad to be the former!"

With that Anne barged out of my room slamming the door so loud, I flinched.

Mother kept standing there now being filled with anger and rage evident from her tense jaw and clenched fist.

Sparing me one last stare filled with rage as if ordering, "Don't dare to be like her!", she left.

I let out a deep sigh.

It's much better to live alone.