The bed is cool, big, and very familiarthough any sense of security it once had was gone. Tina lay down and stared at the ceiling, hoping Bette was ok hoping she wasnt coming home this minute.
It took at least 45 minutes to get the cops away. They questioned questioned and questioned her some more. Apparently Bette finally heard them and left before the cops saw herthank god. And when they talked to Tinathey were convinced they were confronted with a domestic violence issue. They left her with a card and pamphlets full of resources on the issue and left giving her a stern look. Tina exhaled like never before and was suddenly confronted with the motel operatoronly when Tina crossed his palm with green did he let her stay. Though Tina wasnt quite sure if she was safe hereBette knew where she was staying
In the end Tina decided that night to go to their housenoBettes house..and collect her things. If Bette was there she would leave if she wasnt she would hurry collect then leave. A sensible plan. Though as soon as she entered the house Tina almost collapsedshe wanted to make some tea, crawl in bed, and sleep and in the morning find Bette beside her fast asleep. Alas life was unfair and Tina found herself laying on the bed, alone, and very scared and insecure.
For the third time that day Tina had to some Yoga Breathing and then started to pack like mad. She packed a suitcase full of her best clothes and a pack full of legal and non-legal papers, toiletries, and a book or too, some money from the jar in the bedroom shelf and she left..hailing a 24 hour cab. Tina turned before she got it and almost fell down..the house looked so beautiful. The dawn was here, the suns rays touched the roof and dew melted on the window like tears. The leaves were settling on the concrete and Bettes favorite plant swayed in chilly morning breezethe house looked full of hope, full of dreams. Before she gave in to her desire to run back in Tina instead ran into the cab, which sped away and left the house in its dust.