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Summary Of ' The Closet Gay Boy ' Essay

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Hiding was the only thing to do when she had got like this, drunk I mean. If she found me she wouldn’t leave me alone until I.... "COME OUT YOU LITTLE FAGGOT." She yelled out, her voice rang in my ears and pounced off of the walls of the small house. I didn’t have the guts to come out and face her. She was too hurtful when she was like this. She stumbled in at three in the morning. I could hear the drunken waltz of her footsteps as she walked down the short corridor into my room. ***** It had been two months since my older brother died. ***** She burst into my room. "There you are," she snarled the whiskey rolling of her tongue in perfect sync with her words “where have you been hiding, in the closet gay boy?" "I....I....w......was..r.right...here,” I stammered. "Oh really, why are you always in this room?" I didn’t answer her. I tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard too she had changed so much it hurt to look at her. The mother I had once known was almost gone. Her eyes had darkened and she had a smaller figure. Her perfect white teeth were now a perfect yellow, one that resembled the colored of old damaged books pages. "ANSWER ME NOW," she shouted with exploding words "I just like it in here," I said with a barely audible whisper. "And why is that?” She questioned me, she seemed relentless. "Because it is where I sleep and stay, and spend lots of my time," I honestly don’t want to tell her the truth. I stay in her to get away from her, and it usually

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