Hidden Desire

There was only one rule: don't open the door.

I was at a Halloween party, and having a great time dancing with women. I'd taken a particular liking to a beautiful, purple-haired young female who was dancing there.

I'd never been in a relationship with a girl before, though I knew that I was attracted to them but I wasn't allowed to talk about that with anyone; it was forbidden in my family, and anyone who did otherwise was seen as not normal.

I found out that the girl's name was Leila. We both laughed when we spotted a pumpkin carved into a witch on the mantlepiece, someone had put a label underneath,

'Meet Leila.'

"Can we talk?" Leila asked at the end of the night.

"Sure!" I told her.

There was a room at the end of the corridor that was always locked, so I thought that it would be perfect for us to talk there. I was afraid to ask Mum where the key was, so I looked for it myself because Mum would have frowned upon me if she knew that I was going inside that room by myself with a female.

I put the key in the lock, and as I did, my mind whispered loudly, "Don't open the door."

Horrified, as I realized that I was defying everything my family stood for, I backed out for a minute.

"What's wrong?" Leila asked.

"It's nothing," I replied shaking.

Feeling sick to my stomach, I opened the door. We sat on the couch, talking and kissing for hours.

When we left the room, Mum was standing outside of the door. She shouted,

"You're not welcome here."

I left after those harsh words.

I closed the horrible door and opened the positive door, and I never looked back.