Bette agreed to the meeting with Tina and lawyers all around. Once there and looking at the woman her heart ached for she had felt an overwhelming need to get on one to profess her undying love. To her dismay she had an unconvinced audience, ‘*****! What was I thinking? I wasn’t’ this thought was the only one penetrating her brain. If it wasn’t for that ***** Joyce Wishnia, Tina might have heard what she was saying. But her words fell on deaf ears. It wasn’t believed by the room at large her regret. She is Bette Porter after all and as Bette Porter it was perfection in the making. Her father would never hear of anything less. There was no crying in the Porter house only stoicism and deeply hidden emotion. Why would she of all people be believed?

Bette’s mind was in an absolute whirlwind as she got into her car. She was ripping herself apart. She had lost control of herself. She moved as if an automatic pilot lived inside her. Unfortunately, this automatic pilot was a sleep at the wheelliterally. But maybe the auto pilot wasn’t the one in control because when Bette looked up see to a red traffic light intending for law abiding citizens to stop Bette’s thoughts were of the end. End of the pain in her heart, end of the tortured thought in her head, end of the need, the end of everything and the end of her. As these though penetrated her brain her foot unconsciously moved from the break to pushed the accelerator to the floorboards.  

The crash was instantaneous consisting of seconds passing as if they were days. The airbag deployed throwing Bette’s head into the window with a tremendous crack. She thought her head would explode. There was a thin but steady line of blood running down the left side of forehead. The driver of the black SUV she had hit was now screaming and banging on the window. Bette could barely make out what he was saying and she didn’t care and all she could think about was the end that didn’t come. “You ***** idiotBitchget out of the car! You went through a red!!” The man was yelling. “You are going to be sorry!”