Bitter Sweet Desires (Girlxintersex)

Chapter 14

Season 1 Episode 14

Ameka POV

Despite the fact that I was exhausted from putting on outfits. Just to have to take it off and go through the same process again and again. I still needed Jackson's WiFi password.

It was evening, and Lily was taken away to bed before the sun had set, which was nonsense. I can't believe she went to bed so darn early. She hadn't really done much hard lifting to be that exhausted.

I rapped on Jackson's locked door. To be cautious, I put my ear against the door, listening for any cries of pleasure.

But I haven't heard anything yet, and I doubt she was even in her room. I knocked once more.

My fingertips go down the exquisite wood that was used to make the door. It was smooth and weighty. My fingers slid down to the grip. I don't mind poking around. I might be able to locate some hints.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I couldn't figure out why I wanted to look for hints when everything was as clear as day. Zayla died, and she's now presumably in love with this potential side woman. Lily despises her and may be a murderer. Everything in my thoughts was possibilities and probable. This was minimal. I had told myself hundreds of times before. None of this was of importance to me. But I couldn't help but be drawn to it all.

My fingers squeezed against the doorknob, and my body shivered as the door snapped open.

"Looking for something."

I was shocked and spun around. My back connected with the already open door, and my body was enveloped in darkness. The light from the hallway was insufficient to penetrate even a fifth of it. But I could clearly see Jackson's face. I saw her take a step into the darkness. Her hand clasped the door and slammed it shut.

"No! Don't close it." I took a deep breath, fighting the need to yell the demands.

My lungs were smothered by the darkness. "Pl...please." My voice struggled to escape.

I grasped my neck, feeling her fingertips on my neck. "Be quiet, Zayla. I'm not going to hurt you."

My eyes expand as I cough in short bursts. I wasn't Zayla at all. "No..." I coughed. I wasn't like her. I felt my body crash with something soft, but then I felt warmth surround me. "I miss you." She whispered. "I can't live without you, and...I love you." Her lips, like a ghost, brush across mine.

As my body withered in her presence, I could feel my breath departing it. "I love you as well." I discover myself saying. She chuckled. "You've always been in love with me, Zayla." Her lips pushed more firmly against mine.

I wheezed out a breath, opened my eyes to see my hand still on the frigid door handle. I gradually began to back away.

"What the fuck was that." Under my breath, I breathed. My gaze was drawn to the door. How—

"What exactly was it?" Jackson inquired, her voice low. I felt like I was jumping out of my skin. I gently turned around to discover that she was actually standing behind me. I extended my hand to her and felt along her body. I wanted to know if I was having a recurring dream or if this was all real. I fought to accept I was having visions in the midst of a corridor. Did I doze off? Or was I just wide awake?

Feeling her warm body through the shirt. I mentally confirmed it.

"Uhm...I simply thought I saw something..." My mind was still muddled because I couldn't take my attention away from the door.

"Aren't you meant to be sleeping, Za—Ameka?"

Don't worry about it. She wasn't mistaken for me. I was simply exhausted after today's task.