A Diabolical Separation ✔ (Sequel To An Angelic Devotion) (GirlxGirl) (Lesbian)

Chapter 1 Part 3

⚠️ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ

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Brittany and I left our flames alone for a short while as we went to explore the rest of the school. But once meeting back up with them in the gymnasium, Raj begins guzzling down any alcohol he can get his hands on. And it doesn't bother Brittany . . . until she tries getting him to slow down with no avail. So Jayden steps in and grumbles, "Let's just go, Raj—"

"No. I'm staying til the end." He snarls about the event, shaking his head at my guardian.

"Staying to drink all their shitty booze really seems like a clever idea to you?" Jayden folds her arms.

The churlish Raj shoves a half-filled cup towards her. "Yeah, you want some, JP? A little won't hurt you, you know?"

She glances down at his offer and back into his angry, wild eyes. "You already know I'll turn you down on that. But Ophelia and I are leaving."

"Fine." He shrugs, surly waving us goodbye.

"Will you need a ride?"

Raj directs at his concerned girlfriend, "We can manage, right, babe?"

She nods. "I'm sure we can . . ."

"So leave, JP." Raj swats her away like some bug. "We'll be chill."

My guardian's soul catches fire. But she brushes it off to hurry us out of the building, ignoring anyone or anything that tries getting in her way.

For a while, I worried about the small falling-out between Jayden and Raj. But as she now drives me around her old 'stomping grounds' for the first time, I'm ecstatic. I vibrate as she shares memories she had with her best friend or Lawrence, her beloved ex-boss. I even get to see the small store they worked in that jumpstarted her empire.

It's lifeless, boarded up and abandoned, and that makes my guardian pout. I, however, pat her leg raving, "But why are you sad, baby? This is where it all started!"

Jayden stays gloomy as she confesses a dark truth: "I planned on killing myself the day he gave the company to me . . ." She adds, "I wrote a note for him too, a note that I was going to leave on his desk, a note I took hours to write, such a detailed one."

A pit forms in my stomach thinking about a suicidal Jayden. "But then what happened, Jay . . . ?"

"He was in his office waiting for me with two papers. One of his cancer diagnosis, and the other of the hand over."

"God," I crack, "it was so close—"

"T-that day was a weird day." Jayden stares forward.

"Of course, babe." I try getting her to lighten up by saying, "Because it was your destiny."

"Destiny? I think of it as fate." My guardian shakes her head as if trying to rid a thought, abruptly pulling away from the shell of a camera shop.

Though just a few blocks away from it is a perfect colonial house we stop at. But by how she shrinks, I can only guess this is her childhood home . . . Staring at it without blinking, her eyes are red and damp but shed no tears. Yet I get choked up from both her reactions and thoughts of everything she endured. "I wish I could've saved you, baby. I wish I was there to save you . . ." Jayden dries my face as she weakly smiles at my words. "How could no one have noticed what they we're doing to you?"

"Because of my maintenance, Cica." She nods, kissing my forehead.

"Maintenance?"

"Of their illusion of perfection, the one they needed everyone to believe was true."

After leaving her old neighborhood, I'm soon brought to an even sadder location: a graveyard. She doesn't speak a single word driving down the winding road, desperately holding my hand. And even though I'm bundled up in a cozy jacket, Jayden takes off her white felt long coat to put around me as we're out of the car and approaching a magnificent mausoleum.

Jayden unlocks it to switch on a light exposing countless keepsakes of her brother Jayce. Her being this sad doesn't make me feel the greatest, but I love when she's raw with me. I'm holding onto her arm and looking at all the surrounding memories when she mumbles, "You wish you were here to save me, but I wish I could've saved him . . ."

She blames herself for Jayce's passing which was completely out of her control. She was five and unable to quiet him when he got upset over their parents arguing. His crying further angered Ray, leading him to lash out and smother him with his favorite stuffed animal. My guardian didn't understand that her brother wasn't sleeping like she thought as Ray threw him into her arms, but gone. I broke down crying as she remembered tucking him into bed and him never waking up the next morning.

Ray should've been punished for what he did to him and Bandit—him killing the pure family dog for repeatedly trying to stop him from hurting Jayden. However, that murderer got away with it by hiding the crimes with his medical handiness, as well as threatening his family if they ever told the truth.

Tears well in my eyes from what Jayden last said as she cracks, "But I'm thankful that he died when he did."

I raise a brow. "But why, Jay . . . ? How could that be—"

"Because going through what our dad did was enough. If Theresa got the chance to do what she did to me to him, I would've killed her, Ophelia." She nods, staring at a picture of Jayce. "There'd be one more maniac loose in this world. We already have enough with me in it."

"You aren't a maniac, Jay. But I really would've loved meeting him." I say as I rub her back.

"Is it okay if we sit here with him for a while, Ophelia Mae? It's what I do every time I visit here."

"Baby, of course we can . . ." I look over at a cement bench against a wall of the magnificent structure. Taking her hand and bringing us to the seat, I add, "Of course we can."

It's unfortunate that my guardian isn't talkative for most of the time we're here. But I still give her my undying support. Wiping away the tears she sheds, I hold onto her as she quivers, even whisper her tender words. Though after some time of my soothing, she fully turns toward me and mumbles, "You're the only one who makes me feel safe to come undone, Ophelia Mae."

"I feel the same way about you, Jay—"

"But it's so frightening . . ." My guardian's eyes are wide and crazy as she peers into me.

"It's frightening because you think I'll leave. But I won't do that." I murmur about her fear that's worsened over the year.

"You aren't psychic, Cica. You aren't at all."

"But I know how much I love and want you—"

"That can't be enough—"

"I swear it is, Jayden. I swear." I reach up and kiss her neck. "I swear."

She brings me closer to her, coiling her arms around me and keeping me against her. Her chaotic heartbeat stabilizes at our embrace that I can't help grinning because of.

***

Jayden's still distressed as we walk to her car after spending an hour at the peaceful site. But although I allow her to stay broken down in my arms, I accept she's in no condition to take us back home safely. Thus, I hug her nodding, "Let me drive, babe. I can drive."

She hands me the keys to her Aston Martin as I help her into the matte white sedan. But before letting me back away, she gives me a rush of kisses that make my stomach flutter with each embrace. And if it weren't for the cemetery's caretaker warning us of closing time, I'd completely melt into her.

But I push myself to break our connection, getting into the driver's side of the car as Jayden watches my every move. Asking if she's alright, all she does is move her hand to rest between my thighs. I take a deep breath and swallow hard before saying what I want to next. This time could be different, right? "I love you, Jayden . . . I love you so damn much."

She blinks and continues gazing into me while lovingly gripping my upper leg. But I deflate at her dull response, starting the car and driving off.