#lesbianwritten

The night came and Amanda knew her decision was going to cost her something more valuable than money, even if she didn’t know it before hand she had a sixth sense for moments like these. There she was, in the middle of a clusterfuck, like she loves to say. One side was Alina’s father with a devilish smile, the other side was Alina with Marcos with a confused look. Alina had a heartbroken glint in her eyes and Amanda’s heart sank all the way down; she had hurt her, deeply. 

“You are... the woman in the wooden chair, aren’t you?” Alina’s vocals were to the point, but soft in a sad way. She was remembering details she let escape during those months they interacted with each other. “Yes.” Amanda said, looking to the floor guilty as hell but decided not to fall victim of her own emotions. She took her black contacts off, they were bothering her anyways; her hair was already long enough to make a bun in her head and she also took the black leather jacket off, revealing her delicate features underneath. She also stopped talking like an english woman, going back to her regular accent (which was kind of latina by the way, who knows).

Alina’s father broke the tension with an evil laughter that sounded stolen from a crappy horror movie. “Shut the fuck up.” Amanda said pointing a gun at him with no second thoughts. The old man’s laughter died in his throat and stayed stiff in his place. Alina’s lips parted a bit, trying to process this whole thing. “Now, that the family is reunited and everyone is silent, it is time to finish this claustrophobia of a moment.” Amanda’s attitude changed completely from the “cool” looking tomboy girl to her original form, the sassy, sarcastic femme fatale bitch she was, funny too. 

Amanda saw Marcos moving his hand slowly into his pocket, trying to reach his gun unnoticed and while he thought he was triumphant in touching it for a second Amanda just shot at the floor close to his feet to make him stop. “Drop it, handsome.” Both Alina and Marcos were startled, Marcos dropped the gun and his hands went into the air hoping Amanda didn’t shoot him in the face next. “Joe, we were in this together, please.” He said trying a psychology technique or something. “The names Amanda, thank you very much, and I DON’T give a shit, doctor.” She said like if he was some kind of therapy specialist, those she hated with all her guts. Marcos just shut his mouth in response, his teeth were going to break with how hard he was biting inside his mouth.

“Like I was saying; You fucker, owe me money. You two, do whatever you want after I leave.” She was pointing at everyone with her gun, starting to get really annoyed. “What money, what did you do?” Alina asked now, she was still in denial apparently, but her eyes were notably furious. “Your asshole of a father owes me money for killing all of your “detective efforts” against him.” Amanda replied, with a winning voice. “You didn’t delete anything, I made you think you did.” Alina’s response was swift and she showed part of her teeth with a sided smile. “You ARE going down with HIM.” And as soon as Alina finished her words, a bunch of cops started to enter the abandoned building they were in.

Amanda was quick to understand what was happening though and somehow escaped, not without exchanging bullets with some of the cops along the way and using some of her martial arts knowledge to hurt instead of killing. It was hard not to kill, but she couldn’t add cops to her list of enemies. 

“Fucking dumbass.” Amanda was cursing herself and her lack of noticing what the fuck was actually going down that night. Alina didn’t want her father dead, (duh! obviously), but she didn’t expect her to be working with the police! of all kinds of people! And she didn’t even tell her, of course she didn’t, why would she? She was intelligent enough to omit most if not all of her fucking plans, she was just another grunt worker to her, dammit. 

“Do you think she will ever come back?” Marcos asked Alina what seemed to be a stupid question. “Of course not. And even if she did, I wouldn’t forgive her.” Alina’s aura felt somber than usual and Marcos was trying to thread lightly about the “Joe” conversation. “I’m sorry she ended up being traitor, I would never do such a thing...” Marcos was trying to give Amanda some dirt so he would receive praise thanks to her wrong decisions, but he stank of desperation. “I’m not in the mood for your “macho” moments, see you around.” Alina left the guy with all the cops “paperwork” stuff in purpose, so he would leave her the hell alone.

Alina was more heart broken than ever, she couldn’t stop thinking about Amandas real version, her personality and her way of carrying herself. She knew something was off about her since the first day they met, but even though most of her act was fake, there were some things that were real. For example; when Amanda risked her life for hers, she ran and took Amanda in her arms, she really thought she was dead, but instead she was greeted with a loving look on her eyes. Amanda put her delicate fingers on her face and asked if she was ok, she didn’t seem to care about her own arm that was bleeding at that moment, and she didn’t think that small interaction that felt as short as seconds was fake at all. “Fucking liar...” Alina said below her breath, she was angry either way and at the same time wanted to see her again. Why? She didn’t know.

A week or so went by and Alina did what she said she wasn’t going to do, search for Amanda. She wanted to find her but didn’t know what for. Was she going to kill her? No. She wanted to see her and yell at her, tell her how much she hated her soul and how much she wanted to punch her guts. She went out of her way to visit her father in jail, just to find some info on her whereabouts or how to even find her. At first he wasn’t giving in at all, but in the end she convinced him by offering him a favor in return, a favor she didn’t even know what it was, until it was claimed by him. At that point she didn’t care what he wanted later on, she just wanted to find the woman haunting her dreams, and found her she did, this time she went alone to meet her.

Amanda in the other hand had an appointment for apparently an easy job. She wasn’t going to accept it at first, but took pity on the guy that was crying like a little bitch over the phone; he wanted to confirm if his wife was cheating on him or not, typical. Even though it sounded like a weird interaction over the phone she decided to have some fun and arrived to the desolated parking lot the guy explained vaguely. “Not creepy at all...” She wasn’t scared at all but the place seemed desolated at first. “I’ve been looking for you all this time.” Amanda’s heart froze when she heard that voice, it was Alina, she called her name a thousand times inside her mind, she was probably going to die today though. 

“What for? A date?” Amanda tried to mask her feelings behind her usual sarcastic self. “I can’t believe the AUDACITY you have to keep on your life like nothing ever happened.” Alina exploded walking with a fast pace towards the other woman, her heels could be heard echoing along and that made Amanda nervous... again. “It was hard finding you and I sacrificed some things to do so. But I came here to tell you right in your face THAT...” A sudden sniper shot was heard, not giving Alina enough time to finish her line. 

Amanda lowered herself to the ground automatically and her eyes went right to Alina’s, mostly to check if she was ok or not; she didn’t know why that was always her first reaction regarding the safety of the other woman. Alina copied her stance and noticed Amanda’s look, but decided to ignore it, she wanted to discover where the shot came from first. “I think they’re looking for you. How many enemies have you made? They must be many, I’m guessing.” Alina said sarcastically, giving what she said for a fact. “That shot wasn’t for me, dummy.” Amanda replied in a huff, “stating the obvious”. She got closer to Alina to grab her hand and pulled, guiding her to a safe area. “... Come.” She was doing it again, saving her life. 

“Who was it for then? Me?” Alina asked dumbfound following Amanda, but not by choice, more like for her own survival since she didn’t trust her that much anymore. “Your father isn’t the loving type, I assume. Even less when you sent him to jail.” Amanda said in a murmur trying to find an explanation to the whole situation. Everything came crashing down into Alina’s mind, she realized it could be true; her father sent to kill her mother in a heartbeat when she was a child, sending to kill his own daughter would be an easy task. 

But Alina remembered; he wouldn’t be so stupid to send someone after her when she offered him a juicy favor, he wouldn’t dare to lose that, whatever it meant. “Even though we hate our guts, he wouldn’t do it, I owe him something.” She said the last words tentatively, not wanting to explain further. Amanda heard another shot and suddenly pulled Alina, a bit too much it seemed, because Alina landed on her chest and then the force pushed both onto the closest wall. Alina’s hands were resting on Amanda’s shoulders and thats when she noticed Amanda was a bit taller than her. Her eyes went wide for a moment and Amanda’s blued eyes rested on hers after seemingly inspecting her lips for a mere second... or she didn’t?

Alina pushed herself off of her and turned around, I guess she is still angry at me, Amanda thought. “You don’t owe him anything.” Amanda said keeping the conversation going, trying to ignore what just happened between them. “But anyways... I don’t think this guy is for me, if it were someone sent to kill me, they wouldn’t be such a low class killer.” “What do you mean, that I’m a cheap target?” Alina asked annoyingly, taking it a bit far too personal, being blinded by her angry emotions towards Amanda right at that moment. 

“Jesus Christ lady, that wasn’t what I meant at all. What I meant is; that I’m a very hard to kill target. Usually I get sent after me some top class professionals, at least to try.” Amanda tried to explain but realized after a minute that she sounded full of herself; she saw Alina turn her head to the side with her eyebrows meeting in the middle, she was real angry with her and that made her feel... uncomfortable? But even though she was mad at her, Amanda appreciated how beautiful she was... she was a gorgeous lady.

“I guess you were also acting when you “saved me”, huh?” Alina asked out of nowhere doing the quoting fingers into the air, if what Amanda said was true, that she was so “hard to kill” it meant that she was also acting when she saved her. Amanda knew she somehow made a mistake with the wording, and understood why Alina would doubt about that day, she deserved all the doubts in the world after all. She fell silent and didn’t answer, it was for the best, it seemed.

The sniper ended up being a lousy one, just like Amanda thought he was going to be; that meant they would be able to get out of there easily. “Let’s get out of here.” Amanda took Alina’s hand again, guiding her this time to the exit of the building, which they found in a couple of minutes. The sniper must of have thought they were still inside the building because they left without anyone following behind. A couple of minutes went by and Amanda was able to convince Alina to enter her car.

“I don’t need you to give me a ride, I can take care of myself.” Alina said crossing her arms, to Amanda she looked adorable, just like a child would in a similar situation. “Yeah, yeah, yeah... Shuddup and put your seatbelt on, my child.” Amanda said giving a playful smile, even though she knew Alina wanted to kill her and Alina just rolled her eyes and did what she was told.