ARE YOU WORTH IT (intersex)

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I didn't say much that day, I just agreed with her. She thought cash wasn't involved and that she'd only spoken from a drugged mind.

But— Murder, Cover ups?

Those words stuck with me. Constantly repeating in my head for what felt like hours, only getting louder and louder. I couldn't get her words out of my head. It's like everything I thought I knew was wrong. She was scared, really scared— a look I've never seen on her face before, she had the same fear in her eyes that cash had when she came to my place the other day. That look shook me more than I wanted to admit.

The way she had spoken about Vivian, about the power her wife held over her, made my skin crawl. It wasn't just that she was scared—it was the depth of that fear, the way it seemed to have rooted itself in her, that terrified me. But I couldn't just leave it at that. I can't just leave it alone, not after everything she'd said. I needed to know more.

—like who died and why? Who was this person that was so important to Vivian that caused ms jones to have to sign her life away.

The days that followed felt like a blur. I went through the motions, pretending everything was fine,

But my mind raced with thoughts of Ms. Jones, Vivian, and the dark history that seemed to shadow every aspect of their lives. I couldn't focus on anything else. The more I tried to push it away, the more it consumed me.

I have a nagging feeling that I should just let it go and  just let things be but oddly enough I actually care about her— I actually care about Ms jones. I know, I shouldn't.. but the way she acted at the lake house felt like the missing piece to her whole cold mysterious persona... I felt like I got a chance to see the real her without the walls, without the coldness or distance and without all the noise and distractions. It wasn't just about the sex; it was something more. I could feel it.

—and I know she felt it too, so how could I just walk away? 

I began digging... I started with the basics—searching for any information I could find on Vivian Jones.

But  —nothing. Just a few articles praising her work as an attorney, some mentions of her involvement in high-profile cases, but nothing that hinted at the person behind the professional mask. It was frustrating, all I saw were pictures of her smiling, I leaned in to look closely at her smug grins, It's like I could see the devil in her. Her eyes held no expression, no emotion, no depth. It was creepy. I sat back in my chair picking up my tea and adjusting myself to prepare to dig deeper. 

I thought hard about it before it hit me like a bus.
—Camila. That's the name I need to dig into.
Hours passed as I combed through old news reports and crime databases. My eyes were burning from staring at the screen for so long, but I couldn't stop. I was getting closer—I could feel it.

And then... I found it.

An article titled: The Unresolved murder of a 23 year old drug kingpin. Dated over 15 years ago, buried deep in the archives. The mention of a young male; Named Derrick Hall, killed in an apartment complex. A bullet wound to the chest punctured his lungs—.

I quickly broke away from the screen as my hands flew to my mouth. I needed a minute to breathe—to think to grasp this completely so that I don't miss anything. I could actually feel my heart ache for the guy, who was so young I couldn't believe he was my age... I took a deep breath as I began to read further.

In the early hours of an October night seventeen years ago, the quiet of an apartment complex was shattered by the sound of gunfire. The tragic event that unfolded left a 23-year-old man, known in the area as the head of a significant drug operation, dead from a gunshot wound to the chest. The bullet had pierced his lung, sealing his fate in a matter of moments. Despite the violence of the act, the murder would eventually slip into the shadows, becoming a cold case that has haunted the community ever since.

The victim was not just an ordinary young man. By the time of his death, he had risen to the top of a local drug organization, orchestrating the flow of narcotics and cocaine through the streets. On that fateful night, three individuals—a then 18-year-old girl and her two friends—decided to take matters into their own hands. Driven by motives that remain unclear to this day, the trio attempted to rob the victim and those who were with him at the time. The situation quickly escalated, leading to the fatal gunshot that would claim the life of the young drug kingpin.

In the immediate aftermath of the murder, the police were able to identify the girl as the prime suspect. However, the case took an unexpected turn when legal complications arose. Due to insufficient evidence, and perhaps other factors that have not been disclosed to the public, the authorities were unable to formally charge her with the crime. The lack of concrete proof, combined with the complexities of the legal system, meant that she walked free, and the case soon began to lose momentum.

As the months turned into years, the investigation gradually went cold. Leads dried up, witnesses grew silent, and the trail of evidence that might have once led to justice became a maze of dead ends. The girl's two accomplices were questioned but eventually released due to the same lack of evidence. Without any new developments, the case remains unsolved.

I sat back as I finished reading it all, the realization sinking in. The dots were finally connecting, each piece of the puzzle fitting into place. Derrick Hall wasn't just some random victim; he was deeply embedded in the web that Vivian had spun—her pawn, her cash cow. And Ms. Jones... the one who had unknowingly stepped into a trap, set in motion by forces much larger than her, by a woman who saw her as nothing more than a means to an end.

But something still didn't make sense.

—Cash.

What role did she play in all this? And Why did she share that same haunted look that I saw in Ms Jones eyes?

And then out of nowhere, like a flash of lightning, it hit me—a revelation so stark that it jolted me upright in my seat. Of course! That's how it all ties together! Cash is clearly a victim of Vivian too!

And that night when she mentioned jones she was talking about Vivian jones.

But What hold does she have over cash?

I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I started connecting the dots even further.

Maybe she's involved in Vivians drug operation, or maybe she's just another pawn, another piece in Vivian's game.

But what game?

So it's getting deep.. Stephanie actually thinks she knows everything but little does she really know what the real plot twist is...

When y'all want the next one?
(It's written already hehe)

Xoxo