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    I won’t even say goodbye

    Story written on July 5, 2015 by robyntibetter.
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    Chapter 9.  I won’t even say goodbye In her apartment, everything seemed so unrealistically quiet. Her own thudding heartbeat was too loud to bear. Yes, she was home, in her one-bedroom abode at downtown Chicago, ten minutes away from her precinct. And no, Bette was no longer with her. But so many times, awake or

    Chapter 9.  I won’t even say goodbye

    In her apartment, everything seemed so unrealistically quiet. Her own thudding heartbeat was too loud to bear.

    Yes, she was home, in her one-bedroom abode at downtown Chicago, ten minutes away from her precinct. And no, Bette was no longer with her. But so many times, awake or asleep, she was convinced that the woman had never left.

    Every time, she so desperately wanted to return to her dream, and stay with her lover for just a little longer. Ironically, the more she tried to fall back to bed, the clearer she could see—a ruthless reality.

    Tina was too tired, so tired that she didn’t think there was strength left in her to sob. Yet tears would always find a way, forming a rivulet down her chin, ending up in a puddle on her floor. She climbed out of bed and started her morning routine, ignoring her protesting stomach for skipping dinner and breakfast, she pulled on her coat outside her uniform and left home.

    “Goodbye.” She whispered to the silent room. No one answered.

    The wool around her neck offered little protection from the threatening chill, so she tucked it tighter while walking the short distance from her building to the station. Something hard pressed against her rib through the lining. She searched into her inner pocket and adjusted its position.

    Now, it wouldn’t be wise to flash out a handgun on a sidewalk, would it?

    When she eventually reached her destination, Tina was welcomed by an empty lounge. She gingerly put her coat down, placed the handgun on the desk just beside her, and started her ceremonious readings. The material was not that intriguing, she contemplated, for she had gone through them probably a dozen times and could practically recite every detail of its statement. But she still concentrated.

    Her leg throbbed in pain. Great, it’s gonna rain today, she thought, and was quite certain of her prediction. After months of rehabilitation, the graze of a bullet on her femur healed properly, but it did leave her a scar and an acute sense for bad weather.

    Just half an hour or so, the downpour came roaring through the cloudy sky, swallowing the entire Chicago in its malicious darkness. She lost her concentration to the thunder and the bunch of arriving police officers rushing into the building, so she started polishing her .25 Vest Colt.

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    1. Author:

      hello my good friends, I am horrified to hear about Lipitora’s accident. It’s really really shocking and terrible. To never drive drunk and to always be careful crossing the road!
      I would want to dedicate a chapter to her, but a better one, a happier one maybe. Keeping up my prayers.

      As for the content in this chapter, I know, I know it’s depressing. The violence and drug abuse are probably not that easy to read. But it’s crucial to my story. So I tried to cram it all in one chapter. Consider this a transition.
      Personally, I have struggled with a mild drug addiction several years ago because of a depression episode. It was not as bad though. But I know there are hundreds of thousands of people suffering from similar disorders or emotional trauma. Drug is never a solution, I promise you from experience.

      I love you all and hope everyone is ok.

      Peace
      Robyn

    2. Wow, that was very hard to read. Drugs or other addictions are never the answer.

      I can understand why people do it and i am glad you came out stronger.

      It was a poweful chapter.

      Thank you for the update!

    6. wow what movie is this? this is some the best action I read on here, even better than some of the movies that come out….sigh poor Tina, drugs? why? people often mistake that drugs ease the pain, yet they do just the opposite..i loveeeeee this!!

    7. I have to say that i am so happy to see this story being updated. It captivated me from the very beginning. That being said, i have all the faith that this story is headed in the right direction hopefully. Thanks for posting!

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