Milk and Honey (GirlxGirl)(Lesbian Story)

Chapter Thirty-Three

LEILANI

I had dinner with my girls to share the good news about Angela signing me. Of course, they were ecstatic about it, so ecstatic that they cried tears of joy. It was a beautiful yet emotional dinner and after it all, all I wanted to do was lay up in my bed and watch Netflix murder documentaries. So, that's what I did.

I was snuggled up in my favorite blanket, hiding under it any time gruesome crime scene photos were shown. Clinging on to the narrator's every word, I held on tightly to my blanket. I was locked in and already paranoid that a killer would break down my apartment door. So, when I heard a knock on the door, I rightly jumped out of my skin and put my whole f-cking head under the blanket.

There was no need for anyone to be at my door at midnight. The only explanation I could think of was if one of the girls left something over, but they would have called or just came back and got whatever the next day. The knock came again, but this time louder.

Pulling the blanket from over my head, my tremoring hands grasped the remote and I paused the show. I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and grabbed the bat that I kept beside it. My feet glided against the floors, the only light coming from my TV screen.

When I got towards the door, I peeked through the peephole. I let out a sigh of relief and unlocked the door before opening it. Standing in front of me wasn't a murderer, well, she murdered my p-ssy all the time but that's all. I don't think she could ever hurt a fly.

Tristan was staring at me like she was a lost puppy. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets and her blue eyes were filled with sadness. Something was wrong. I put my bat against the wall and motioned for Tristan to come in. I closed the door behind her and nodded my head over to my bed before taking one of wrists in my hand. "I was just watching some documentaries on Netflix. Wanna join?"

"Yeah," she said lowly.

"Well, come on then," I said as I pulled her over towards my bed.

We laid there together, comfortable but in silence. My head was rested on her shoulder and she had an arm wrapped around me. We watched the rest of the episode I was watching, the narrator's voice the only thing keeping us company.

It wasn't until the end of the episode that I looked up at Tristan. Her cheeks were wet and tears were slowly rolling down. I bit my lip and sat up on my elbow as I stared at her. She sheepishly wiped away the tears and squinted her eyes. "You okay, baby," I asked her as I soothingly rubbed her shoulder. She forced a soft smile in response. "You know, you came here for a reason and I'm open to talk about anything that's worrying you."

"I'm fine. I just have allergies," she replied as if that wasn't utter bullsh-t. I almost laughed right in her face. She said it as if she actually believed that.

"You told me you needed to work on dealing with your emotions and you said you wanted to get better. You're not going to get better if you don't open up a little bit. So, what's up? I'm right here. I won't judge you. You're hurting. I can see it in your eyes. What's going on?"

Tristan sighed and covered her eyes with one of her hands. "I went to talk to Nya about her new girl. It was going well until she told me she was taking the kids for six months to Tennessee while she films for some stupid Netflix movie. She told me I could FaceTime them anytime and that I could fly out anytime to see them. As if FaceTime is the same thing as seeing my kids face to face and as if plane tickets are cheap."

My heart sunk into my stomach for Tristan. This was a big deal. Marvel and Milo were her world and Nya couldn't just take them for six months. I wasn't even sure that was legal. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Wait, what? Why can't they stay here with you while she goes there?"