| Lesbian: First Time: A Test of Faith - Part Five (7/9) |
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Monica all along. JJ Inc. had sent two spies, but one of them turned out to be unfruitful. I’d read through the statement that Eva had given the police. Justin Johnson was her uncle, yes, but he’d blackmailed her into spying for him. The plan was to cozy up to Quinn, initially, but Eva had gotten to me instead. A memory of her, with tears on her cheeks, her hair in a mess, came back to me. “Jess, you have to believe me! God, I love you!” A shudder wracked my tall frame. How could I have not believed her? I should’ve stayed, stayed and talked to her. Maybe then, I’d have been able to figure the truth out. She’d never betrayed me. It was I who had betrayed us, betrayed our love. I started towards the house. How would she react if she saw me? I wondered as I climbed the steps to the front door. Would she want to see me? Would she be angry at me? Would she still love me? Fuck, I was dying inside. Before I could turn back, I raised my hand and rapped on the door. After momentous shuffling, I heard a child-like voice saying, “I’ll get it,” and the door was flung open. Before me stood a boy, probably five or six years old, dressed in overalls and a shirt. He stared up at me with unblinking dark eyes. “Hey there,” I said. “Is – uh – is Eva in?” He continued to stare at me before calling for Eva. His eyes never left me as I stepped into the house, not knowing what to expect. I prayed, something I never did, that she would take me back. I heard soft, female laughter from a room to the right and turned towards it. My steps faltered when I saw her. She was clearing the dinner table, balancing two plates on one hand. She had a smile plastered on her face, but the dark circles around her eyes were obvious signs that she hadn’t been sleeping well. Her hair was down, falling past her shoulders. I remembered all those times that I’d run my fingers through those locks and shivered. “Eva…” It came out in a voice barely above a whisper, but she stopped and turned. A myriad of emotions flickered across her face – shock, longing, then anger. “Who let you in?” The plates clattered onto the table with a loud bang. “I said who the hell let you in?” “Your brother.” God, how I ached to put my arms around her and heal the hurt in her eyes. “Eva, I – we need to talk.” “No, we don’t need to talk. We didn’t need to talk then, and we sure as hell don’t need to talk now. I want you out of this house. Now!” “Evvie, what’s going on in here, sweetheart?” An old black woman hobbled into the hall. She squinted through her gold-rimmed glasses at me. “Ahh.” She smiled after a moment. “You must be Jessie. Would you like a drink, dearie? It would’ve been a long drive from the city.” “No, ma’am, thank you, but may I have a moment with Eva, please?” I asked. The only other old woman I’d known had totally disapproved of what I was. I |
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