Bitter Sweet Desires (Girlxintersex)

Chapter 15

Season 1 Episode 15

Jackson POV

"Do something, Jackson; she's basically ignoring us." We were both looking at Lily, whose head was jammed in the sketch book, when Kamila muttered. Lily, like her mother, enjoys drawing. She has a wonderful skill at it, but if she wants to follow it, I will not back her. Arts of any kind will not take anyone through the world, particularly her. She'll be able to do it on the side. But I have a far better plan for her future.

I sighed; I despised conversing with Lily. Given that we didn't agree on anything. I knew our connection would be strained from the day she was born, and after her mother died, things just grew worse.

Because, as much as I didn't want to admit it, my wife was the glue that held us together.

"Li-Lily." I called hesitantly. Kamila was adamant about allowing us to be a family. What she doesn't realize was that. When Zayla died, my idea of having a family went with her.

Lily gave us a look. She stood a little apart from us. She was outside in the sun. Her delicate complexion was slightly crimson from the sun's beams. I knew she preferred the sun, which will burnt her to a crisp, to being in the shade of the tree with us. Kamila thought we should go on a picnic at least once every week. We wanted to try if we could get Lily to like her.

But, by the sixth week, nothing seemed to be occurring.

"What!" She yelled from the close yet far distance we shared.

I motioned for her to come. I couldn't see it, but I knew she rolled her eyes as she sighed loudly. Her slim figure approaches us slowly.

She fixed her gaze on Kamila. "What?"

Kamila smiled as she looked up at the girl. She extended her hand. Lily, on the other hand, rejected it by pushing it away.

"Lily, come get your salad." Kamila stated quietly. Kamila had a sweet and sensitive soul. Like Zayla, she was patient. But God didn't create me with a single ounce of softness, gentleness, or patience.

I clenched my teeth, on the verge of spanking her.

"Sit, Lily." My instruction, I snarled.

She returned my snarl. I believe we have similar personalities, which is why we couldn't see eye to eye.

"I'm not hungry at all. I want to sketch. Momma suggested I sketch something for her."

"She's no longer alive. How much longer will I take to notify you that she's dead?"

"Momma has returned home. You're being unfaithful to her. What are we doing on a picnic with this slut?" She yelled. I approached a stand and grabbed the girl. "Don't say anything like that to me or anyone else."

"Slut! Slut! Slut! Slut!" Her body trembles as she screams obscenities.

"Enough! You brat."

"Jackson, I think—"

"Leave this to me. I'm not going to be kind with her." I remarked as I reached for my belt.

"I'm going to tell Momma!" She screamed.

"She's no longer alive. Dead. I laid her to rest. She's no longer alive!" I screamed.

"She isn't dead! You just opted to pretend as if she isn't with us." She sobbed. "I despise you!" She bleated at me, but her palm smacked Kamila across the face. "I'm going to let Momma murder you!" She bolted.

"Lily!" I pursued, but Kamila's hand stopped me.

"Leave her alone. She just needs some space."

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Ameka POV

With Lily away with her mother, who knows where. I don't have anything to do. The house didn't have much to offer.

Although I can't take seeing my sister's rich, affluent, and successful face. I wanted to talk to her over a lovely cup of factory processed coffee combined with fake milk. This place and its nutritious meals were killing me.

"Surprised to see you call," Piper said.

"You might have phoned as well. But you were probably doing rich people activities and forgot you had a sister."

"You're quite mature, Meka."

"The same to you. Listen, I'd want to meet you for coffee. And please, if you arrive before me, don't order any salads or such nonsense. I'm tired of it." As I descended the steps, I silently swore.

"You appear to be losing it."

"Not at all. No, not yet." I let out a sigh. "I simply want to speak, not dispute, and I'd like a cup of coffee."

"OK, meet me at Starbucks on Clash Streets."

"Sure."

The driver had already arrived. I was rushing down the steps toward the car when I heard a distant yell.

"Dave, did you hear that?" I inquired, looking around.

"No. Let's go."

"Wait. Just one minute." I stated this as I walked away from the car and out onto the curb. How could anyone fail to hear that? I approached the yells, and as I drew closer, I could hear what they were saying.

"Momma!"

"Momma!"

Panic rose in my chest. "Lily!" I exclaimed. I started racing down the street, just before the forest's entrance.

"Momma!" Her piercing cry rang out.

"Lily!" I responded by yelling back. "Where are you!" I started jogging on the clear route, but I didn't go very far since Lily and I almost collided.

"Oh my goodness, Lily! What happened?"

"It's Mommy, she's trying to hurt me. She wants to kill me! She and Kamila want to kill me!" She sobbed. I took the trembling child in my arms. "Don't worry. It's ok." She put her head on my shoulder and wrapped her little arms around me.

"I'm here now." I tried to soothe her by whispering. I started walking back toward the house. "Where have Kamila and your mother gone?"

"They're back in the forest, enjoying a picnic, and....and....and trying to kill me." She exhaled heavily.

"How did they try to kill you?"

"Mommy took her belt out and grabbed me."

"She was attempting to slap you rather than kill you." I said gently.

"Momma, they deserve to die. Mommy is cheating."

I sat the young girl down, lowering her black dress. "Your mother is not cheating. They are simply two folks who love each other." As I said this, my tongue felt thick.

"I'll leave you with Lucin—"

"No! I don't want to be with them anymore. She smells like old people." the Lily said, as she wipe her tears away.

"That's because she's old." I giggled, running my fingers over her fine hair. She wore a black bow that was fastened onto the side of her hair, keeping a few strand at bay. Why don't they give her other color other than black? Her forks, spoon, and plate were the only pink items, according to me.

"But I have to leave."

Her lips curled into a charming pout. "Are you going to leave me?" Her eyes welled up with tears.

"God no! I just need to see my sister."

"May I come?"

"Uhm..."

"Please." She pleaded.

"All right, you may come along."

I knew Jackson would freak out over this.