ARE YOU WORTH IT (intersex)

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{Camila Jones Pov}

His hands were all over me, holding my arms down. forcefully putting all his weight on me

"Stop!" I yelled over and over again. "Please! Don't do this!" I cried out but he didn't listen.

"Noo!" I yelled waking up outta the repetitive nightmare that keeps me awake many nights. I looked over to an empty bed trying to process where I was and who the fuck I am. I rose up looking down at my arms wiping him off of me, I wanted any trace of him gone

The sound of birds broke me from the irritable habit. The birds brought a feeling of peace, so did the sunlight seeping through the curtains. I looked around the room realizing where I was. It took a minute to process but everything eventually began to come back.

I'm home.

A soft smile plastered my lips.

I could smell something and it made my stomach growl. I got up following the smell all the way to the kitchen downstairs.

"Goodmorning," she says in a cheerful tone. She had on my shirt but not the one I gave her last night, no. This shirt was taken from my closet. That she somehow managed to maneuver her way around me without waking me.

She placed a pancake on top of another. I looked at a counter full of food and her shaking her little hips to the music coming from her cellular device that was also generating god awful cheerfulness. I walked in the kitchen not saying a word. It's too early for this kind of behavior. I walked over to her phone pressing pause. "Hey!" She shouted at me.

I can listen to her shout all day, not some man attempting to sing through a rectangle.

I walked back around the island taking a seat to the peaceful silence and the sizzling coming from the pan. I traced her legs with my eyes. I admired the view from afar, I admired her. I'm glad she's here. She turned off the stove, placing the last pancake on the plate. She looked up at me in confusion

"What?" She asks, "is it the food? Do you not like pancakes?"

"The food is nice. I didn't know you knew how to cook" I say before stuffing my face with a big bite.

"My dad, he taught me when I was little, he used to cook for my mom all the time" she comes around the counter taking a seat next to me.

"Used to?" I questioned

"He's not dead or anything he's just no longer around." I looked over at her, she wasn't sad or upset, she was content. She seemed to have come to peace with this, probably why it's so easy for her to talk about it. I still apologized anyway. Taking another big bite. The food is excellent, almost as good as her.

{Steph Pov}

Why are we talking about my dad, I wanna talk about us, I wanna talk about last night.  I wanna know her thoughts and what she's thinking but I can't tell. She isn't really talking much this morning, but then again does she ever really talk?

I don't know. At least she isnt avoiding me for two weeks, god that was the fucking worse, so I guess this is progress.

Right?

I look over at her devouring the food like she never had a cooked meal a day in her life. Does she not eat back at home? I mean She does look a little malnourished.

Her dick isn't though.

Shit.

I can't stop thinking about it, she really does have good-