Sera was already standing with her hand on the door ready to let herself in. She hadn’t been expecting Tatum to answer, not at all really. Especially once she spoke, and Tatum knew for sure it was her. She thought she’d be the last person in the world her sister would want to talk to, especially as upset as she sounded. They weren’t exactly the type of sisters to share their feelings, at least not with each other. Sera was pretty sure it had been at least a couple years since she’d last seen Tatum cry, probably not since Frankie had died.

When Tatum finally started to speak, Sera had expected things to go a whole lot worse. She'd been expecting to be told to 'go the fuck away' or something, so when Tatum actually told her to come in, it kind of caught her off guard. She almost thought she must have misheard her. Something definitely had to be wrong. If Tatum wanted to seriously talk, it had to be something bad.

She hesitated outside for just a moment, bracing herself to deal with whatever had Tatum so worked up. She pushed the door open and looked around. It took her a moment to spot Tatum, until her eyes glanced the room and made it to the closet. Tatum didn’t seem to be crying anymore, at least as much as she had been but it was clear she had been. She would have known by looking at her, even if she hadn’t already heard her from the hall. As first she wasn’t really sure what to say, or how to start. Tatum didn’t seem ready to burst right out with it, not that Sera had expected it her to.

"Um.. I just wanted to know if you’re okay? What do you wanna talk about?" she hesitated for another for seconds, just kind of looking at Tatum. She wasn’t exactly sure what to do, she couldn’t just treat Tatum how she normally would have, it’d just make the whole situation much worse. She looked at Tatum’s desk chair, considered sitting, but walked past instead and took a seat next to Tatum on the floor.

"Seriously, what’s wrong?" she asked suddenly, noticing the bag in Tatum’s hand and the few things she’d already stuffed partially inside. She couldn’t help but wince a bit at the mess of it all but kept her feelings to herself. Now probably wasn't the best time to pick on Tatum's terrible packing habits.

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When Sera initially entered the room, Tatum didn't know if she was going to be able to keep it together. She had ruined it not only for herself, but for her sister too. Swallowing thickly and clearing her throat, she glanced down to stare into her lap when the younger girl finally came and sat down beside her. She was surprised for a moment, biting her lip as she began to try to think of where to start.

"W-Well," she tried slowly, trailing off almost immediately. She fidgetted her hands with the bag in front of them. "You d-don't have to worry about being the first o-one to come out to dad anymore."

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"What do you-- you didn't? I thought you weren't even. Why would you tell him?" She reached out and grabbed the bag from Tatum's hand, pulling it in towards her. Mostly to stop her sister's fidgeting, and hopefully force her to turn around.

"Here let me help." She sat it down in front of her crossing her legs. Leaving the wrinkled clothes already in the bag she picked up the next shirt from the closet and stuffed it in too. She knew if she folded the top she'd just end up redoing the whole bag and Tatum seemed to be a rush.

"Okay tell me what happened,look at me please. It was bad wasn't it?" She almost didn't need Tatum to answer, Sera wasn't stupid. Her sister was obviously packing her things in a hurry for a reason.

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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."

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"What do you mean badder than bad? Tatum just tell me what happened?" Sera practically bagged, pushing the bag to the side for a second, she scooted in a bit closer to her sister.

"I was joking. Of course I knew, I always knew. I never understood why you tried to pretend with me in the first place. Why would I care?" When Tatum starting to go on about being in a hurry, Sera could see the fear on her face. "Calm down, just sit okay." Sera offered, picking up the bag a again.

"I still don't understand why you'd start with him, and not like me or mom, she would have kept your secret too you know? But whatever what's done is done I guess now. Just tell me what happened and I'll pack. If we hear him, just apparate and we'll figure it out."

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Tatum almost recoiled a bit as Sera scooted closer still, all of the physical closeness and serious words weren't exactly their usual territory, but she merely stayed rigidly still on the floor instead, staring down at her lap. "I just thought-- I didn't think you'd care, I j-just.. if I could just not a-act on it, if I could just n-not think about it and push it aside, but it's not.. dad is an idiot, h-he's a fucking idiot. It's not a c-choice! It's never b-been a choice," she explained hurriedly, raking a hand through her hair.

"I j-just wanted to explain myself, I thought he'd.. we're his kids, h-he's not supposed to be like this. I thought if I e-explained that I tried, like r-really hard, but I just couldn't.. I thought he'd understand, but h-he just didn't care. He wouldn't even listen he just.."

She trailed off, chewing her lip anxiously, her ears still waiting to pick up any sounds around them. She didn't want to be interrupted yet. "He h-hates me, I think. He made me g-get out of the car and I just.. w-well, I apparated home, but if I hadn't been able," she trailed off again, not really needing to say it. If she hadn't been able, she'd still be stuck out there somewhere. "Lucky I'm eighteen, huh?" she sighed. "I'm an adult, and I.. he d-doesn't think I'm m-making a very adult decision. But he's w-wrong, like I can't d-do this anymore. I'd rather go than n-not be me, than not.. b-be with Mack. I guess."

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