Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 99: A Little Time

Chapter 99: A Little Time

- Kathrine’s Andrews: (song of the Chapter: Headlock by Imogenheap)

Glyndon’s mom poured herself another cup of coffee before glancing at us. "So, what’s the occasion? It’s not like you to wake up this early on a Saturday, Glyndon."

I glanced at Glyndon, waiting to see how she’d respond. Her fingers twitched against the edge of the table, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. I could tell she was nervous, but she was trying to play it off.

"Oh, you know," Glyndon said, forcing a smile. "Just... thought it was time to talk."

Her dad raised an eyebrow, chewing on a piece of bacon. "Talk about what?"

I could practically feel Glyndon’s heart pounding next to me. She took a deep breath, gripping her fork so tightly her knuckles turned white. Then, finally, she said it.

"About me."

Glyndon fidgeted with the hem of her hoodie, her knee bouncing under the table as she tried to gather the courage to start speaking.

I could see the nervous energy radiating off her in waves, and for a moment, I considered squeezing her hand under the table just to ground her.

But I didn’t. This was her moment, her battle, and I knew she had to do it on her own.

She let out a small, shaky breath before finally speaking. "I broke up with Alex."

The clinking of silverware against plates stopped.

Her parents froze mid-bite, both of them looking at her like she’d just told them she burned the house down.

Her dad slowly set his fork down, his thick eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

Her mom blinked as if trying to process what she’d just heard, her perfectly manicured fingers tightening around the handle of her coffee cup.

"What?" her dad said first, his deep voice filled with disbelief.

"You broke—You did what?" Her mom’s reaction was a mix of shock and immediate concern. "You broke up with Alex?"

Glyndon nodded, staring at the plate in front of her like she was hoping it would open up and swallow her whole.

"But why?" her mom pressed, setting her coffee down with a soft clink against the table. "I thought you two were doing fine. You have been together for so long, Glyndon."

Her dad shook his head, rubbing his chin. "You two were perfect together."

Her mom nodded in agreement. "You were going to get married."

I raised an eyebrow at that. Married?

Glyndon winced. "We weren’t going to get married, Mom."

"Well, not right now," her mother corrected. "But it was obvious you two were heading in that direction. You’ve been friends since—what? Middle school? That’s a long time. You don’t just throw that away."

Her dad sighed. "Is this because of some dumb argument? You know relationships take work, kid. You can’t just give up the second things get hard."

Glyndon tensed, gripping the fork so tightly I thought it might snap in half. "It’s not because of an argument, Dad. And we are still friends, Mom."

"Then what is it?" her mother asked, clearly trying to keep her voice calm but failing. "I mean, Glyndon, sweetheart, you loved him. He loved you. What happened?"

Glyndon inhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling a little too fast. I could tell she was debating how to say it, how to explain without making them more disappointed than they already were.

She finally looked up, meeting their expectant gazes. "We... we both like other people."

Silence.

Her parents exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable. It was clear they hadn’t been expecting that answer.

Her dad cleared his throat, shifting slightly in his seat. "Oh."

Her mom pursed her lips, then exhaled through her nose, clearly still processing. "Well... I guess that’s—that’s understandable."

Her dad leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. "It’s not what we were expecting, but... okay. If you both felt that way, then maybe it was for the best."

Her mom forced a small smile, trying to make the best of the situation. "Who is he?" she asked. "I mean, it’s okay if you like someone else, sweetheart. Who is it?"

Glyndon’s fingers trembled slightly as she set her fork down. I watched as she took a deep breath, her lips parting as if to speak—but no words came out at first.

I could feel the tension in her body, the way she was bracing herself for their reaction.

She swallowed hard, then finally said it.

"It’s not a he, Mom."

Silence crashed over the room like a tidal wave.

Her mom blinked. "...What?"

"It’s not a he," Glyndon repeated, her voice quieter this time. "It’s... a woman." She clenched her fists against her lap, her nails digging into her palms. "I like a woman."

Her dad exhaled sharply, his hand running through his short, graying hair. Her mom just stared at her, lips slightly parted, like she wasn’t sure if she heard correctly.

Glyndon shut her eyes briefly, then corrected herself. "No. I—" She exhaled, forcing herself to meet their eyes again. "I like women."

Glyndon’s fingers tightened into fists on her lap as she took a deep, shaky breath. "I’m gay. I’m a lesbian."

Her voice wavered slightly, but the words came out firm. Strong.

The silence in the room was suffocating.

Her father stared at her, his thick brows slightly furrowed, his expression unreadable. Her mother, still holding her cup of coffee, didn’t even take a sip—she just sat there, lips parted, eyes focused intently on Glyndon as if trying to piece together everything she had just said.

I could feel the tension in Glyndon’s body next to me, the way she was bracing herself for their reaction.

And then she pushed forward, as if she had already ripped off the Band-Aid and now had no choice but to keep going.

"It’s Kat," she added, voice barely above a whisper. "She’s the person I want to be with."

I didn’t hesitate to reach for her. My hand found her thigh under the table, squeezing gently. It was my way of saying I’m here. You’re not alone in this.

Glyndon took another breath and pressed on. "I never liked Alex," she admitted, voice cracking slightly. "Not like that. I never liked any men. I just... I thought that was what I was supposed to do. Be with him. Love him. But I never felt anything. And I tried—I tried to make myself feel something. But I—" She exhaled, voice raw. "I was never in love with him."

Another thick silence stretched between us.

Her dad was the first to move. He reached across the table, taking one of Glyndon’s clenched fists into his much larger, rougher hand. He held it carefully, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

"When did that start?" he asked, his voice soft.

Glyndon hesitated. "I think... I always knew. I just didn’t want to know." She swallowed. "It was easier to pretend I was like everyone else. That I could just... go along with it. But when I was with Kat, everything felt different. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t fake. I don’t think I ever really chose or forced myself to like her. I just do."

Her mother was still silent. Still staring. But her father—her father smiled.

And then he said, "That’s okay."

Glyndon’s lips parted as if she wasn’t sure she heard him correctly.

He squeezed her hand. "That’s okay, kiddo. You can be with whoever you want. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters."

Glyndon’s lower lip trembled slightly, her breathing uneven.

Her father reached out, ruffling her hair lightly. "So don’t ever think that who you love could ever make me stop loving you. You’re still my daughter, no matter what."

Glyndon let out a breathy laugh, the sound thick with unshed tears.

And then her father smirked. "Unless you eat my cheesecake. Then I might stop loving you a little bit."

A wet chuckle escaped Glyndon as she wiped at her eyes, sniffling. "You always say that."

"And I mean it," her dad teased, shaking his head. "That cheesecake is mine."

Glyndon laughed fully now, even as her eyes watered, and she leaned into her father’s side, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

And that’s when her mother finally spoke.

Glyndon barely had time to process the warmth of her father’s embrace before the sharp scrape of a chair against the floor made her flinch.

Her mother stood abruptly, setting down her coffee cup with a little too much force. The ceramic clinked against the glass table, the sound sharp and final.

She didn’t look angry. She didn’t look disgusted. But there was something in her eyes—something that made Glyndon’s chest tighten.

Her mother exhaled, pressing her lips together before she finally spoke.

"I just... I thought your life was already set, Glyndon," she said quietly, shaking her head. "I thought you and Alex were going to get married. I thought I knew what your future looked like." She let out a short, humorless laugh. "I guess I was wrong."

She looked at Glyndon for a long moment, searching her face for something—hesitation, uncertainty, anything. When she didn’t find it, she sighed and stepped back.

"I need a moment," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. And then she turned and walked out of the room, her posture stiff, leaving behind only silence.

Glyndon swallowed hard, her hands clenched into fists in her lap.

Her father sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "She just needs time," he said gently. "You know how she is—she processes things differently."

Glyndon let out a shaky breath, her throat tight.

"She’s disappointed," she muttered, barely able to say the words out loud.

Her father gave her a sad smile and squeezed her hand. "She loves you, Glyndon. That hasn’t changed. Just give her a little time."

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