Military Minds (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

They arrived at Southern Cross Station at 5.30 PM. Rebecca was growing more worried as they approached the information desk situated beside the Sugar Station – a shop containing lollies and chocolates that everyone was instantly drawn to. She worried they’d get lost, or that they’d miss the train.

Megan, however, was determined that they would make it to their platform on time.

“I’m sorry,” the lady smiled half-heartedly. “All of the trains are done for the night. Come back tomorrow.”

“Fine,” Megan sighed. She grasped the handle of her large black suitcase and turned, stalking away. “We’ll book a stupid hotel, but first we’re going for a walk.”

She clamped her hand around Rebecca’s arm and hauled her towards the front of Southern Cross station.

“Um, where are we going?” Rebecca asked, coming across as more fearful than intended.

“Shut up and follow me.” Megan said.

Rebecca obeyed, after noticing the acidity returning to her dark eyes.

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Megan shoved Rebecca down onto the grass. She’d led them both to a small park just outside of James Cook cottage in Melbourne City. The tall palm trees swayed in the evening breeze, whispering to one another with the shifting motion of their leaves.

“God!” Megan moaned in aggravation. She gripped the sides of her head firmly, and released a slow, tense breath. “Why do I feel this way?”

Rebecca narrowed her eyebrows, scratching her elbow nervously. “What are you on about, Megan?”

For a split second she thought Megan would hit her. Instead, she got down on her knees and laced her arms around Rebecca’s shoulders. Her long strips of dyed brown and blonde hair covered her face. Rebecca drew Megan’s fringe from her gentle face, tucking it behind her ear. Her dark eyes glistened in the moonlight, full of sparkles.

Megan hesitated. Their faces were only inches apart.

“It’s not right for me to feel the way I do,” Megan sighed, “about you. I can’t let you out of my sight, Beccy. You’re everything to me.”

Rebecca smiled underneath her waves. No one had ever called her Beccy before. Her father called her Bec occasionally, but that was a thing that’d gone on since she was small.

Then it struck her. Megan was telling her she loved Rebecca.

She didn’t know how to react, or what to say. It was an intense thing, love. Rebecca didn’t know whether or not she loved Megan. All she knew was that Megan circulated her mind on a day-to-day basis. It was more of a crush.

“I’m scared,” Megan sighed. She turned her head. Rebecca realised she was hiding tears. “When I was three years old, my mother tried to leave my father. He loaded his rifle and aimed it at us. He said he’d shoot us both if she left him.”

“That’s horrible,” Rebecca murmured.

“Why did he spare me, if I’m only going to die over the next few days?”

“Stop,” Rebecca sighed. To her own surprise, she felt tears stinging at her eyes. “Don’t say that. You’ll live through this, okay?” Her voice broke. “Y-you’re a survivor. We’ll both make it out alive. You’ll see.”

Megan grasped Rebecca’s face and kissed her.

Rebecca froze against her. The only sound she could hear was her steady heartbeat, ticking away like a clock. When she finally caught her breath, she pushed her mouth firmly into Megan’s. She felt Megan’s hands gather her shirt underneath her hands, as she drew Rebecca closer.