Destructive Decisions (Lesbian Story)

Day Off

Chapter 7

(Amelia's P.O.V)

I sat up in bed with a sigh as I rubbed my face and got out of bed. I went to my closet and picked out a pair of denim blue skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. I slipped those on before running a brush through my hair and leaving it down because I was leaving anyway. I picked out some nice boots before tying those up and leaving my room/office.

I walked past Devan's cell and into the cafeteria to get some breakfast and then I would go into town. As I walked to the window to get the tray I noticed a familiar posture and hair. I turned to Harvey as he smiled. "What the hell is she doing out of her cell?!" I whispered harshly. "They both need scenery. People in prison do this, so they should be able to, too." He said as I slammed my tray onto the table in front of us, juice flying everywhere, as I glared at him.

"Did I ever say that you could release her? The last time I checked I was in charge. Not you. Harvey I do care about you and everyone else in this penitentiary, that's why she's locked up. You obviously haven't read her profile, she kills men fun." I said as I was about to leave until I watched Devan stand up, her ankle handcuffed to the table. "Amelia how the fuck am I going to kill anyone in here? With the tray? That'd sure as hell take some time." She said as I watched her and stepped closer.

She looked me up and down before her gaze settled on mine. "So tell me Amelia, how would I hurt those men?" She asked, her eyes daring me to find an answer. I could see the evil glint in her eyes as I thought about the different ways that she could, but in the end gave up. She literally couldn't harm my men here.

"Just sit down and eat your food." I growled. She smirked and pulled me closer and I gasped as my face was inches from hers. The officers near us were around us in no time and had their hands on Devan, but didn't pull her back because I hadn't moved. I watched as she leaned closer then felt her tongue run up my cheek softly and then she pulled back with an evil grin.

"You had juice on your cheek." She simply said with a smug look and sat back down as I turned and wiped her saliva off of my cheek and grabbed my car keys off of the table angrily and slammed the front door shut.

As I got into the car I just sat there and then ran my hands through my hair and pulled them away, realizing that I was shaking. I put my head on the steering wheel as I sighed and tried to calm down my, suddenly quick, heartbeat. Why the hell was I acting like this? I mean yes, it was odd that Devan had just licked my cheek, I had never had a woman do that to me before.

That's what I needed. I needed to start dating again and feel those feelings that had been absent for so long. After I had calmed myself down, I pulled out of the driveway and started the long drive back into the city.

*****

Finally, after a few hours of driving, I had made it my apartment and was sitting on the counter top in the kitchen, thinking. How was I supposed to start dating again if I was going to be in the country for god knows how many more weeks, working on something that I couldn't even tell her? I sighed as I put my head in my hands and took a few shaky breaths.

I slid off of the counter and walked into the living room, staring at the entertainment center. More specifically, the picture frames that were laying face-down on it. The memories too painful to even look at any more.

I sighed as the sadness hit me like a punch to the gut and fell to my knees, running my fingers over the picture frames. Never turning them over to stare at the person that would forever be etched into my memory. Groaning softly, I knocked one of the pictures onto the floor, the sound of the glass shattering continuously echoing in my head.