Closet Secrets

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I’m not coming out of the closet. Someone else did. Actually it was 2 someones, about 20 years ago. Recently, Suzjones introduced the writing prompt, “Write about a secret that you kept from your parents.”

Instantly, my mind was racing with secrets I kept from my mother. Out of the many I could choose from, here is one which I’ll confess to.

At the age of 13, we lived outside of the city in a mobile home park. For all of you anti-trailer people, they’re not nearly as bad as they’re made out to be. Ours in particular was a few miles outside of the city, giving it that ‘small town’ appeal which I’ve always liked.

One summer day, while everyone else in my home was at work, I had two of my guy friends come over. This was not allowed by my parents. Boys were off limits, especially in our home without supervision. However, I felt fairly at ease sneaking the boys in, because I knew that it would be a few hours before my oldest step-brother got off work.

It was all very innocent. We talked, laughed and just hung out. At one point, we were kicking back in my room when I heard the front door open. Who could it be? No one should’ve been home that early.

With panic and wide eyes, I quickly ushered the guys into my closet. This was interesting, because my closet was full of clothes and one of the guys was a bit on the heavier side. But somehow they managed to fit. After stuffing them inside and sternly ordering them not to make a sound, I leisurely walked out of the room.

Walking through the living room, headed toward the hallway was my oldest step-brother. He had gotten off work early. I knew without a doubt, that he would rat me out if he saw the guys. He and I had a good relationship, but he was not one to stay quiet about things.

Trying to act normal, I stroke up a conversation with him about his day. Then, realizing that the guys would soon make a noise if I didn’t get them out, I shut my mouth and busied myself with something in the kitchen. My step-brother worked at a fast food restaurant at the time and his routine was to come home and jump in the shower.

As he eventually made his way down the hallway, I prepared myself for the mission of getting the guys out, unseen and unheard. My bedroom door was almost directly across from the bathroom door, so they were going to have to be very quiet.

The bad thing about mobile homes, is that if you run across the floor, the sound can be heard and the movement felt, in every room. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as my step-brother went into the bathroom and closed the door. Soon, I heard the shower come on. It was time.

With soft footsteps, I walked to my bedroom and quietly slid open the closet door. The guys were visibly irritated and hot from standing against each other, in the midst of my clothing. Whispering, I told them to be as quiet as a mouse when leaving my room and walking through the hallway.

One guy heard me say this, and the other forgot immediately once he exited my room. Of course, it was the largest of the two who decided to make a run for it. From my bedroom door all the way to the other end of the trailer, he ran. In a mobile home, when a big guy runs, it feels like an elephant is making its way across the floor. I stood there holding my breath, as I watched the guys flee out the front door. I was certain my step-brother heard them.

I went back to my room and waited for the inevitable. The shower turned off and a couple minutes later my step-brother emerged from the bathroom. Walking into his bedroom, he didn’t even glance my way. He was acting normal and it was evident that he was completely oblivious to what had just happened.

With a deep sigh of relief I made up in my mind, that never again would I sneak a guy into my house. However, as everyone knows, a teenager’s definition for “never again” is much different than the one in the dictionary.

The fun part about being a grown up, is that you can confess your secrets to your parents, without the fear of being grounded.

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19 Responses to Closet Secrets

  1. tric says:

    I think I’ll take some of my secrets to the grave!

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  2. I don’t think I have any fun secrets. 😉

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  3. suzjones says:

    That made me laugh so hard. I love it 🙂
    Are you sure your brother never knew? Up until yesterday, I though my mother had no idea about me hiding the book in the bathroom too. lol

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    • mewhoami says:

      Trust me, he didn’t know. He and I got along fine, but he would go out of his way to expose my secrets. I think he got a thrill out of seeing me get in trouble. 🙂

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  4. April says:

    I swear, I was busted EVERY time I tried to lie or sneak around. I have a ton of stories, with the results the same—being caught. Like the one where I turned off my headlights, cut the engine, and coasted into the driveway after curfew. Just as I quietly closed the back door, the kitchen light flicked on. Or the time………….well—never did I get away with any type of sneakiness. I finally gave up.

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    • mewhoami says:

      Oh no! You experienced a child’s worst fear – being caught in the act. I think I’d give up too, if I had been caught too many times. Fortunately (maybe unfortunately), I was rarely caught.

      After writing this one, I’m considering posting more confessions. Of course, it would be limited to the harmless ones. Obviously, there are some which will never get posted.

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  5. culturemonk says:

    lol love the story…..that might be one of the few stories in which the guy (or guys in this case) hiding in the closest didn’t even get at the very least a kiss lol usually they are hiding for ‘other’ reasons lol

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  6. I would love to share some of mine! Unfortunately my dad follows my blog and he’s a big old nosy one, so I’m SURE he checks out what I post elsewhere! I can never get away! Ha!

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    • mewhoami says:

      That is too funny. I understand. My mom follows mine, but I’m pretty open with what I share with her. Plus now, after so many years have passed, we can laugh at these things. Granted, there are some things that will never be posted here.

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  7. pardenme says:

    Guess what…You’re grounded!

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  8. You had me on the edge of my seat, really enjoyed your secret reveal, thanks for sharing, I have told mum mine and she just laughs now…..

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    • mewhoami says:

      That’s a compliment. Thank you. I’ve been trying to work on the ‘suspense’ element of my writing. I’m glad you’ve been able to share them with your Mom and that you two can laugh about it. That’s great. Mine does too, even with the surprises.

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