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Beauty is only skin deep (part twenty-one)
It only took two knocks on the door for him to answer. He opened it, and when he saw Taylor, flashed a great big sparkly smile. Taylor! How the ***** are you?
Bette stayed a few steps behind her. And you brought your girlfriend.
Bette cleared her throat, Uh, noIm not her girlfriend. Just a friend, she smiled wanly. The man seemed charming enough, yet he had a way about him – it made him seem a bit shady. His flannel sleeves were rolled up neatly; he hadnt shaved in maybe a week. His eyes gleamed – he looked high. Taylor says that she might be able to stay here. With you. Bette watched the strangers reaction to her words. She didnt really want her to stay with him, but where else could she go? Oh, did she? The man noticed Taylors face, hey is that blood? He reached for her nose, turning her face from side to side to get a better look. So are you going to introduce me? Bette waited. *****, Im sorry. Wheres my manners? Bette, this is Jakemy brother. Bette looked at her, then Jake. Brother? I thought you were an only child. Taylor caught Jakes eyes, sometimes, I wonder. Jake play – punched her in the arm. She pretended it didnt hurt, but in reality the easy blow sent a crippling pain up and down her entire left side. Just kidding, bro. Taylor hugged him.
I want you to take care of this girl for me, Jake. Theres a lot of people that love her very much, and Id be very upset if something bad happened to her. Jake put an arm around his little sister. Dont worry bout me and little T, Bette. Well be fine. Wont we, sis? Bette had skepticism written all over her face. Ill take good care of her. Scouts honor. Bette had heard that one before. Im serious. She made a connection with his eyes, and he could see the intensity flare. She wasnt joking. Taylor, heres my number. Call me anytime, day or night. I mean it, okay? For anything. Taylor hugged her, thank you. She took the number and watched Bette leave the apartment complex. Bette refrained from shaking her head as she walked away. God help that girl, she said to herself, God help her.
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Oh boy. That Taylor sure is a mess. She needs really help. I think Jenny is in over her head. Way over her head.