Bitter Sweet Desires (Girlxintersex)

Chapter 2

Season 1 Episode 2

Ameka POV

The cab driver had dumped me off in the middle of nowhere. Only the song of birds echoed through the entire Victorian Community, so it felt like you were in the middle of nowhere. The sky had been obscured by the branches of towering trees. Houses are nearly crammed together, but not quite.

When I noticed a car, I went into the sidewalk. The cautiously crept up until it came to a halt. When the window slid open, I saw my sister's face.

What exactly was she doing here?

"Well, I just want to make sure you didn't sabotage the interview." She declared, it was as if she could read my mind.

"You don't need to since I already have the job." I stated angrily. I silently cursed as she got out of the car.

"I'm not going to screw up the interview. It's simply a nanny job." I strolled into the well mowed grass. However, she leaned over and pulled me off the grass without treading on any grass with her heels.

"You're already causing havoc. Don't just stand on someone's well manicured grass. You are really underprivileged and rude."

"You were impoverished as well." I whine, yanking my arm away from her. I couldn't see what the big deal was about a grass. It's only grass.

"Look, you have a habit of looking—"

"I know I appear impoverished." Looking down at my poor clothing of a sweatshirt and denim slacks, I muttered. "But I've arranged everything."

"That's what I was worried about. Just don't be overly upbeat and chatty."

"Piper..." I grumbled. "You know I'm not capable of doing it." She started tucking my sweatshirt into my jeans. I rolled my eyes and carefully drew it back out. She fixed her gaze on me and began adjusting the collar, which was slightly dropping off my shoulders. It was intended to be worn that way, but I forced it up on my shoulder blades to seem more professional.

"Well, please give it a go. I don't want you—"

"You're simply afraid I'll humiliate you since I'm not wealthy like everyone else around you."

She sighed but said nothing since she knew I was telling the truth. I informed her every day that she had changed. My gaze was drawn to the gloomy Victorian house. The ridges of the roof, much to my amazement, make the home appear like a large mansion.

"I'm not going to the interview; I'll simply wait below and see what happens." She remarked this as we both came to a halt in front of the closed door. I looked towards her, hoping she would knock.

"You knock, you're the one who'll be working here."

"Well, you're the one who doesn't want me to work here, yet you gave me the job."

"She's a sad woman who is culturally diverse, and I don't want you all to be smiling and laughing around her. She desires utter silence and mourning time."

"Grieving individuals want to be happy."

She grabbed my arms as I was about to knock. "No, they don't." She, on the other hand, does not. Jackson Stone does not want to hear you chuckling or laughing. She only wants you to look after her daughter."

I withdraw my hands. "I'll do just that." I lied. I had no idea how to care for children, but I wasn't really thinking about the work at hand. I was considering the money.

When Piper told me that I might make approximately $20,000 per month, I knew I had to learn how to cook, wash, and clean. Just a year of doing all of this, with the money, and I'd be ready for college.

My hand pounded on the door. "Open up!" I laughed as I screamed. Money here I come. My side look caught my sister's gaze.

"It's a vast house, so maybe no one would hear me."

I was about to pounce on the door again with my fist, when she grabbed my arm. "I'll take care of it." She let out a sigh. Her hand gently tapped on the door.

"No one will hear us with that ty—" My jaw gaped open as the door slid ajar. "Hasn't anyone heard the first knock?"

"They did it. They simply disregarded it since it was so insulting."

I laughed. "I believe they are the ones that are rude." I shouted, kicking at the door with my sneakers, but she smacked my arm.

"Don't leave your filthy shoes on their door."

"Gosh, can you not be so uptight?" I scowled. "It's only a door."

"Hello, Piper..."

We both glanced up to find an old lady dressed in a white and black maid attire. Taking her in an embrace, Piper said, "Hey Lucinda, how's things?"

"It's been fantastic." She responded with a whisper.

"What's with everyone whispering?" I asked, leaning forward.

Lucinda scowled. "Who are you?" Her eyes, however, gradually began to expand like saucers.

"This is Ameka, my sister. She has arrived for the interview."

"She appears to be—"

"I know. But we agreed months ago not to bring it up again."

"Discuss what." I inquired as I stepped onto the marble tile. I noticed my reflection when I waved my hand. "Cool." I laughed.

"Shh." Lucinda muttered beneath her breath. "Be quiet."

"I'm quiet." I whispered, suppressing my laugh.

"Where's Jackson?" Piper inquired.

"Come. She's been cooped up in her room for the past few months." Lucinda responded, and her old feet started us up the spiral staircase. The wooden steps appeared to be holding up well under our weight.

"She hasn't been showing up to work."

"She doesn't have to. She will attend a few meetings, but she will largely stay at home and mope. "I'm too saddened by the loss of Zayla."

"It can be difficult."

"I believe she's a cry baby." I murmured. The two women came to a halt and stared at me. I shrugged, a foolish expression on my face. Her wife died six months ago; shouldn't her time of mourning be over?

Piper stopped me only a few steps away from Lucinda as she led us along the corridors.

"You will not be disrespectful to her customs, culture, or all that has occurred here."

"I was only kidding."

"No one makes jokes about dying here. It is as important as life itself."

"If it makes you happy. I'll do some research and take it seriously." I cracked a smile.

"She's waiting for you." Lucinda stated as she exited the room. I started to walk, but Piper stopped me. I snarled and jerked her arm away. "I won't make you seem bad."

"You ought not."