So, I go home and sleep, sober up and go out early the next morning. My mum calls me and asks if I need picking up, and as she offers, I say yes.
We drive for 10 minutes, and then she pulls up by the side of the road and turns off the engine. She says she got a call from C's mum saying I got r...... Was it true?
Its not fair. Im not ready for my family to know, yet now they do. I wasn't ready. I don't want them to know. They can't help it, but they look at me differently now. Like I'm a fragile, broken child. And I guess I am, but home was my only escape. Escape from the false smiling all day long and then false laughs. Now I have to keep myself together here too. She promised me. And out of all the people for my parents to hear that from, somebody they don't know, who in the same conversation afterwards told my mum about her bathroom tiles.. Definitely the worst people. My mum looks crushed, my dad looks hurt and my sister is angry. At me.
I can't deal with this shit. It isn't fair. I can't be myself anywhere anymore. Always have to prove I'm fine now.