Jayden
As I deepened the kiss, my hand cradled Allison’s face, my fingers tangled in her hair. Her hands were in my hair, too, pulling me closer. We kissed smoothly, our lips moving in perfect sync. Thankfully, the secluded spot we were in remained undisturbed, with only the occasional rare passerby.
Just as we were lost in the moment, Allison broke away, breathing deeply. “It seems somebody’s coming,” she whispered.
I heard the footsteps, too, and we quickly composed ourselves, walking away from the spot. We made our way to the passageway and headed downstairs.
As we reached the bottom, we ran into Sally. She stopped in her tracks, a look of surprise on her face. Walking up to us, she signed, “What are you both doing together?”
Allison and I exchanged glances before I replied, “I’m hungry, and I came to see if Allison had prepared anything. But she hadn’t, so we thought of going out to eat. Want to join us, Sally?”
Sally shook her head. “No, don’t worry.” She looked at Allison and signed, “We’ll talk later.”
Allison nodded, and Sally walked away. I watched as Allison’s gaze followed her sister, her expression engrossed.
I tapped Allison’s shoulder seeing she was still watching despite her sister leaving. “Hey.”
She turned to me, forcing a smile. “Let’s go.”
We walked quietly to a nearby restaurant, where we ordered food and drinks. As we ate, she pulled out her phone, took some pictures of the food, and said, “Hey, Jayden, let’s take a picture together.”
I hesitated. “No, I would rather not.”
Allison looked at me, feeling awkward. “Why not?”
I looked at Allison with a cold gaze. “Because I would rather not,” I said bluntly.
She swallowed hard, nodding slightly, and we continued eating quietly.
I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through Instagram. I actually wanted to check if Allison had posted any pictures of me, which I desperately wanted to avoid. I didn’t want to be on her Instagram profile, knowing it would only lead to something else which I wanted to entirely avoid in the future.
As I scrolled, I saw Allison’s latest post – a picture of the food we were eating, captioned “The food is great” alongside a thumbs-up emoji. My eyes drifted to my hand on the table, and I immediately lost my appetite.
I looked up at her, my expression unreadable. Allison noticed my gaze and asked, “What’s wrong? Isn’t the food great? It tastes nice.”
My plan was to subtly hint at the Instagram post. I showed her the picture on my phone, and Allison looked at it, confused. “What is wrong with it? Give it a like,” she said, laughing.
My expression remained stoic.
“Can you delete the picture?” I asked her.
Her face changed, and she looked at me confused. “I don’t understand. What’s wrong with the picture?”
I sighed deeply and rubbed my forehead. “My hand is showing in the picture.”
Alison’s expression turned incredulous. “So what’s wrong with your hand showing? It’s not like anyone will know that’s your hand.”
I sighed again, feeling desperate. “Just delete it, please. I don’t want anyone to find out it’s me.”
Allison’s eyes turned red, and she looked at me like I had hurt her. “Wow, so you don’t want people to know you’re with me, right? Is there something wrong with being with me? I’m your sister, aren’t I?”
I leaned closer, my voice low. “Victor… I don’t want Victor finding out. You understand what I mean.”
Allison’s face fell, and she whispered, “Wow, okay. I’m sorry if that really triggered you.”
She took out her phone, deleted the picture, and then deactivated her account. I watched, feeling a mix of emotions, as her profile disappeared.
“What did you do?” I asked, feeling a pang of regret.
She stood up, her eyes welling up with tears. “I deleted my profile. I deleted everything. So you can be happy now, right? Goodbye.”
Then, she walked proudly to the counter, paid for the food, and left me sitting alone, feeling a deep sense of sadness and regret.
I couldn’t eat anymore, my appetite lost amidst the turmoil of emotions. I knew I was overreacting, exaggerating the situation. But I couldn’t shake off the feeling of paranoia.
I needed someone to talk to, someone who would listen without judgment. Even an anonymous stranger would do. I pulled out my phone and navigated to the gaming site where I usually played. That’s when I saw that Gamer Frozen was online.
Then, I sent him a request, but instead of asking to play, I asked if he wanted to chat. He replied, “Yeah, is everything alright, though?”
I hesitated before responding, “No, but I need someone to listen to me right now. Anybody at all.”
A few minutes passed before Gamer Frozen replied, “Sorry for taking so long to respond. I’m here now. You can talk to me, lay everything out. I’ll listen and won’t judge.”
I poured my heart out to Gamer Frozen, sharing my situation with him. “So, my father actually got married to this woman, and I and her daughter started playing around… yeah, and now I think I’m in trouble.”
“What do you mean?” he asked but sent another message quickly. “Hold on. Do you mean that you’re in love with your step-sister?”
I hesitated before responding, “Yeah, that’s what I mean. I’m in love with her, and I don’t want to be. I want the love to die, but I think it’s already dying at this point. Fuck! I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point.”
“Have you tried ending things with her?” he asked.
“Yes, I will very soon. But… one last time, and we’re done.” I replied
Gamer Frozen’s response was simple: “One last time?”
I confirmed, “Yeah, one last time, and we’re really done.”
“What does that even mean?” he asked. “What last time?”
I swallowed hard, and sent to him, “One last sex.”