Tatum hesitated for a long moment of silence, letting Sera take the bag and the lead, as she usually did. When the younger girl asked her if it was bad, she found herself hesitated even further. There was really no sugar coating for a situation like this, and if Tatum didn't just out and tell her how it was, it'd be an even worse shock when their parents got home later.
"P-Pretty bad," she began slowly, before correcting herself shortly there after. "Badder than bad, like.. b-bad," the redhead added in a mumble. She still couldn't meet her sister's eyes, and she kept watching her pack the bag instead.
"Y-You knew I was, you.. you don't get to act s-stupid now," she muttered. "Why would y-you get on my b-back all the time like that if you didn't know I was.. y'know, gay. Well, n-now dad knows and he's p-pissed.. I h-have to go, like now. L-Like before he comes home, and I dunno.. I dunno even w-when that's gonna be," she explained, casting a semi-terrified look toward her bedroom window. The yard was quiet, but she was waiting for the roar of an engine at any moment.
"W-We just.. I'm s-sorry, okay? I just w-wanted him to love me f-for me, for w-who I actually am and I just thought.. it was w-worth a shot. Obviously it w-was the wrong idea."