*Trigger Warning, slight homophic language*

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Mia's pov

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I groaned as I pulled the scrunchie from my hair. My hands gripped my temples as I rubbed softly.

I felt uncomfortable, I felt angry, I felt everything for no reason at all.

And that noise coming from downstairs wasn't helping my case. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the brush, pulling it through my straight hair. I settled on leaving it down.

The excessive yelling from downstairs continued. I sighed and moved away from the mirror. My feet silently made its way over to my room door. I unlocked it and slid it open slightly.

"Are you kidding me right now?!" Zack yelled

"Don't you dare lie to me! I know what you've been doing!" My mother argued

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"So these photos are lies Zack?!" She spat.

My knuckles gripped the cold metal knob as my mother continued

"Zack, you told me you're bisexual. Why are you going around so many men and a GAY STRIPPING CLUB" she hissed

"Bisexual means I'm attracted to BOTH genders, mother" he replied

Ah yes, this again. The daily homophobic remarks from my mother.

If it wasn't clear before, I'm actually Pansexual. I've always struggled with my sexuality for years but thankfully I have an awesome brother. Most days he's annoying, a dumbass and the definition of a headache. But he's the only person that knows me better than I know myself.

It's been a few months now since I've figured out that I'm Pansexual, I'm proud of who I am but it doesn't mean I'll go advertising it on my head like that girl with the Drake tattoo.

Especially when my mother is one of the most religious people out there. Hispanic parents are crazy when it comes to same sex relationships. It's honestly so stupid.

How can you -a human being- live in a world of so much diversity and so much flavour, knowing that every single person is different in their own way and still judge how they live their life?

Who do you think you are? God?! Queen Elizabeth?!? Shrek the almighty?!

The world is so messed up. I wish everyone could open their eyes and see that love is love.

Then there's Dani. Ugh God, Dani. I swear that girl drives me crazy. There's just this feeling that I get when I'm around her.

I can't count to amount of times I had to hold myself back from doing the unspeakable.

She's so ambitious, passionate. Not to mention she's hilarious as heck. Not one day has that girl failed to make my lungs hurt from laughing. There's just no one else on earth that's like Dani. She's so bold, she's never afraid to speak her mind even though there's a bunch of consequences.

You could say she's a daredevil. Almost like a badgirl in a wattpad book. I found myself captured by everything she did. Her smile, gosh her smile. It was gorgeous, her sharp teeth always seemed to intrigue me.

As much as I cared for Dani, my mind always focused on Chad. The cute ginger boy that my heart belonged to. Just thinking about him brought a smile to my face.

Sadly that smile was quickly replaced by a frown when the yelling continued.

"You said you'd bring a girl back here, where is she Zack?!"

"I never said that-"

"Yes you did! You said you have a girlfriend"

"I'm pretty sure I'd remember if I have a woman, MOTHER!"

I tip toed my way out my room, my hands gripped the stair case as I looked over to see Zack and my mother facing each other. My mother held her hand on her waist and the other held a-

"Rolling pin?" I mumbled to myself. What the hell is she gonna do, hit him with a chunk of wood?

Yes. Yes she would.

I'll keep 911 on standby. My mother really is crazy, I can't describe how intimidating she is. My mother is the reason I'm afraid to tell anyone about the real me.

Zack lied to her and said he's bisexual just so he wouldn't be kicked out the house. The hope of her having a daughter in law was enough to not strangle him then and there.

Either way, we were both living a lie to save ourselves. Our mother raised us on her own, my grandma stays with us and chips in whenever she could.

"Mom, I don't have any one in my life right now" he groaned

"Then go out and find a girlfriend"

"What?!" he asked confused

"You heard me"

"I'm not gonna go find someone because you said so, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Are you talking back to me?!" she yelled and raised the rolling pin. My eyes went wide as I flinched

"I'm not. You're just being really unreasonable right now" he said

"I just want what's best for you"

"No, you wants what's best for you and your image" he said
"Mom, I know you've been dealing with alot and you made a name for yourself after going through hell. But that doesn't mean anyone sees you as weak. You're not a screw up because your son like boys. I just hope you can get that through your head"

And with that, I was crying. My heart broke as the words left my brother's mouth. I could physically feel the pain in his voice. All Zack ever wanted was to be accepted for the person he is by our mother.

She refuses to see past her walls. Not only is she homophobic, but she desperately tries to keep up her image. She lives off what people think of her. That's one of the most unhealthy thing I've ever heard of.

"Get out of my sight" My mother hissed, her hands hell and placed the rolling pin to the kitchen counter.

Zack scoffed and turned on his heels. I stood from the stairs and watched as he stormed past me. I could tell there were tears running down his cheek.

Zack sped to his room and slammed the door shut. I flinched when the vibrations rang through the walls.

"Did he just slam my doors in my house!?" my mother yelled

"No Mama, it was me, I'm sorry" I yelled

"Don't do it again" she said. I sighed and made my way towards his room

I inhaled deeply when my hands held the door knob, I could hear soft sobs coming from the other end. I twisted the metal knob and stepped into his room.

My eyes met Zack's, his bloodshot eyes showed that he's been crying for a while now. Streams of tears flowed down his cheek as he sat on the bed with his knees tucked against his chest tightly.

"I'm so. Sick. I'm so sick of that woman" he spat, his chest rose and fell heavily as the sobs became louder.

I ran over and wrapped my arms around him. Zack's body trembled as his cries came out louder. His face pressed against my chest as he shook violently. My hands ran through his hair in attempt to calm him down.

"It's okay, it's really gonna be okay" I whispered

"How. How would you know that!" he cried

Frankly, I've never seen my brother this vulnerable. It scared me. Some people often say 'You know it hurts when a man cries'. As sexist as it sounds, most times it turns out to be true.

Zack's never the person to show his emotions, he built his wall and hid his sorrows behind comedy. Everyone knows him as the sassy but funny guy who's constantly smiling and takes nothing serious.

But he's far from that.

"Because, we're both gonna get outta here and make a life for ourselves" I chuckled

"You...you promise?" he whispered, I chuckled and roughed up his hair

"I promise" I smiled widely
"Now get off, you're soaking my shirt"

"Bitch don't even, that's my crop top and you know that" he spat. I laughed and leaned my head against his

"Let's make a promise" I said

"About what?" he asked. I held my pinky out towards him

"We promise to never allow whatever people think about our family to affect what we both have. As much as we fight, I couldn't ask for a better brother. So let's promise to work our assess off and make something better for ourselves so we won't have to deal with this shit ever again" I smiled

Zack chuckled and held his pinky up, he locked it with mine and we pulled tightly to seal the deal

"You're a pretty good sister too" he smiled

"I know, I love you" I chuckled

"I love you too.... DON'T TELL ANYONE I SAID THAT OR I'LL CUT YOUR HAIR AND EYEBROWS OFF IN YOUR SLEEP" he warned. My eyes grew wide

"I'd stab you with the bottom of a heel"

"Atleast I'll die as a bad bitch. Make sure it's red bottoms" he said. I threw my head back in laughter

"You're something else Zack" I laughed

"And you... Have a way of breaking people's walls Mia. I don't know what is it about you" he said

"I'll take that as a compliment" I smiled

"Wanna order pizza?" he asked

"I'm pretty sure mom is cooking-"

"It's poison, she wants to kill all the gays in the house. Let's get pizza" he said. I chuckled and shook my head

"Pizza it is then"