Sweet Salvation
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
4,354
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hope
Chapter 12
Hope
“Well here goes nothing.” I said while I pulled up in front of my parents B&B. “Hmm, it still looks the same as it was four years ago.” I rang the bell and seconds later I was facing my mother for the first time in four years. She was stunned for a split second but immediately pulled me into a hug. “Sara! Sara honey, I’m so glad to see you.”
I heard the door behind my mother open and she immediately released her embrace.
“Sara!” My dad’s harsh voice sounded up behind us.
“Mom, dad! I missed you.” I said but inside the pain tore me apart. My mother’s first reaction was precious, but in my dad’s eyes I could still see the same anger.
“ So what is it this time, did you screw up in Vegas and decide that it was time to come home?”
“No dad, no everything is fine in Vegas, I just wanted to see you and I wanted you to meet someone.” My parents had both acted as if Catherine wasn’t there, they were still in denial and this would be one hell of a weekend.
“Hi, I’m Catherine Willows.” Catherine said, as she offered my dad her hand. He just acted as if he didn’t see it. My mother immediately reacted to save the situation. “Hi Catherine, I’m Marie and that is Dan. Nice to meet you.”
Catherine sent my dad a dead glare. I knew that she hated it when someonen’t n’t show any respect towards other people - she had come across those people more than once during her dancing career. People who didn’t understand that an exotic dancer isn’t a prostitute. My dad, he was still the same ol’ homophobic bastard that he had been all these years ago. He could have been used to the idea by now.
My mother showed Catherine the way to the living room and I sank down on the couch next to her. My dad sat down in the chair across the couch on the other side of the room. Even inside the house nothing had changed. I couldn’t believe it, I was one of those people who changes the places of the furniture every once in a while.
My mother joined us minutes later with coffee and cake. The silence was cold, ice cold, hanging between the four of us. My parents could guess why I brought Catherine with me, and I knew what their reaction would be like.
“Why are you here, if you aren’t coming back home?” My dad’s voice ruptured the silence with his sudden question.
“Because I wanted to see you again. And well, actually, I just want my parents back, the way that it was before. Before Amy…”
“Don’t ever say the name of that slut again…” my dad shouted in an angry voice.
“Dad, she wasn’t a slut, I loved her just like I love Catherine. Why can’t you understand that or accept it.”
“Sara, that ain’t love; that Amy girl forced you into these things. I can’t imagine that my daughter wanted those things.”
“Why the hell did you think that I brought Catherine? I would really like it if my parents could meet the person that I love, the person that I’m spending my life with. And for your information, we love each other and we’re living together. We have been for the since October, but I was dreading telling my parents about it. Because I already knew how you would react.”
“Ever since that day that Amy’s brother caught us, ever since that day you’ve been hating me for everything that I am. You ignore me; you don’t care if you don’t see me for four years. Ever since the moment that you found out that I’m gay you have been in denial. Why can’t you just understand that not everyone is like you; not even your own daughter? Not once in fifteen years have you showed me love. Not at my wedding, when I finally settled down with a man. When I lost my baby and you and mom visited me at the hospital. Mum was all loving and caring while you where standing in the door, watching me with those cold eyes. You have no idea how much this is hurting me, you just don’t know what you’re doing. Why can’t you see that I’m happy; that I love Catherine?”
“‘Cos it isn’t ment to be this way, Sara.”
“So many things aren’t meant to be. That really is the lamest excuse for being homophobic I’ve ever heard.” I sighed. “Mom, I’m sorry I really thought that things would have changed by now. But apparently they haven’t, and how do you expect me to come back here, when I know that I’m not wanted here I hoped that you at least could accept my decisions in life.”
“Sara, why can’t you just find a man, marry him and have children, like with Paul?”
“Paul, like with Paul. Yeah that all ended really well.” My voice trembled. “I tried so hard to make it work with Paul, I even convinced myself that I loved him. And with one blow he made me lose everything I ever loved.”
I stormed out of the room, out of the house. I needed to get out of there; I was suffocating in that house, not able to breathe. I sat down in the car, fighting against the tears, I would not show them how much they hurt me.
Hope
“Well here goes nothing.” I said while I pulled up in front of my parents B&B. “Hmm, it still looks the same as it was four years ago.” I rang the bell and seconds later I was facing my mother for the first time in four years. She was stunned for a split second but immediately pulled me into a hug. “Sara! Sara honey, I’m so glad to see you.”
I heard the door behind my mother open and she immediately released her embrace.
“Sara!” My dad’s harsh voice sounded up behind us.
“Mom, dad! I missed you.” I said but inside the pain tore me apart. My mother’s first reaction was precious, but in my dad’s eyes I could still see the same anger.
“ So what is it this time, did you screw up in Vegas and decide that it was time to come home?”
“No dad, no everything is fine in Vegas, I just wanted to see you and I wanted you to meet someone.” My parents had both acted as if Catherine wasn’t there, they were still in denial and this would be one hell of a weekend.
“Hi, I’m Catherine Willows.” Catherine said, as she offered my dad her hand. He just acted as if he didn’t see it. My mother immediately reacted to save the situation. “Hi Catherine, I’m Marie and that is Dan. Nice to meet you.”
Catherine sent my dad a dead glare. I knew that she hated it when someonen’t n’t show any respect towards other people - she had come across those people more than once during her dancing career. People who didn’t understand that an exotic dancer isn’t a prostitute. My dad, he was still the same ol’ homophobic bastard that he had been all these years ago. He could have been used to the idea by now.
My mother showed Catherine the way to the living room and I sank down on the couch next to her. My dad sat down in the chair across the couch on the other side of the room. Even inside the house nothing had changed. I couldn’t believe it, I was one of those people who changes the places of the furniture every once in a while.
My mother joined us minutes later with coffee and cake. The silence was cold, ice cold, hanging between the four of us. My parents could guess why I brought Catherine with me, and I knew what their reaction would be like.
“Why are you here, if you aren’t coming back home?” My dad’s voice ruptured the silence with his sudden question.
“Because I wanted to see you again. And well, actually, I just want my parents back, the way that it was before. Before Amy…”
“Don’t ever say the name of that slut again…” my dad shouted in an angry voice.
“Dad, she wasn’t a slut, I loved her just like I love Catherine. Why can’t you understand that or accept it.”
“Sara, that ain’t love; that Amy girl forced you into these things. I can’t imagine that my daughter wanted those things.”
“Why the hell did you think that I brought Catherine? I would really like it if my parents could meet the person that I love, the person that I’m spending my life with. And for your information, we love each other and we’re living together. We have been for the since October, but I was dreading telling my parents about it. Because I already knew how you would react.”
“Ever since that day that Amy’s brother caught us, ever since that day you’ve been hating me for everything that I am. You ignore me; you don’t care if you don’t see me for four years. Ever since the moment that you found out that I’m gay you have been in denial. Why can’t you just understand that not everyone is like you; not even your own daughter? Not once in fifteen years have you showed me love. Not at my wedding, when I finally settled down with a man. When I lost my baby and you and mom visited me at the hospital. Mum was all loving and caring while you where standing in the door, watching me with those cold eyes. You have no idea how much this is hurting me, you just don’t know what you’re doing. Why can’t you see that I’m happy; that I love Catherine?”
“‘Cos it isn’t ment to be this way, Sara.”
“So many things aren’t meant to be. That really is the lamest excuse for being homophobic I’ve ever heard.” I sighed. “Mom, I’m sorry I really thought that things would have changed by now. But apparently they haven’t, and how do you expect me to come back here, when I know that I’m not wanted here I hoped that you at least could accept my decisions in life.”
“Sara, why can’t you just find a man, marry him and have children, like with Paul?”
“Paul, like with Paul. Yeah that all ended really well.” My voice trembled. “I tried so hard to make it work with Paul, I even convinced myself that I loved him. And with one blow he made me lose everything I ever loved.”
I stormed out of the room, out of the house. I needed to get out of there; I was suffocating in that house, not able to breathe. I sat down in the car, fighting against the tears, I would not show them how much they hurt me.