The Gathering 01.47 –  Chaotic Bliss pt 3 – Let Me

            Bette sat down at her desk at home and sighed the sigh of the frustrated.  Tina was late, and she missed her, ache for her, longed for her.  They’d both had crazy weeks, and they never seemed to have a moment for each other, quick hello’s and even quicker good byes.  Bette sat back, and put her feet up on the desk and let her thoughts roam.

            Tina.  Her love, her life, the woman she’d seen herself with until her dying day.  Then the betrayal.  The devastation and the remorse.  She and Tina had finally gotten back on track, and then she lost her memory.  It was rather scary to think how much had happened in the last 6 months. 

            Bette sighed all this because she couldn’t control herself, and they’d allowed their communication to come to a stand still.  Another sigh. 

            Bette grabbed the pad of paper and tore a page off looking at the trash can a few feet away.  Wadding the paper into a tight ball, and shooting.  She shoots, she scores!  Bette thought to herself, ok three in a row and you call her again. 

            Bette crumpled the paper and it zipped into the basket, she grinned to herself, remembering her days as a basket ball player.  Third time is the charm.  She quickly wadded the paper, and threw it again, it bounced off the rim and landed on the floor.  *****!  She thought, she continued her little game.  She continued her game, missing sometimes the first time, the second and frustratingly on the third.  Her mind wandered; randomly choosing topics to think about.  Her mind ultimately fell back on Tina, and their mutual transgressions.

            Miss NYC.  A stranger that she’d picked up and slept with oh and had I mentioned had fabulous ***** with?  *****.  She closed her eyes against the images that ran randomly though her head.  Why was she sitting here torturing herself?  She grabbed the phone and started to dial.

            “BABE!”  Came Tina‘s voice from the door way, Bette bolted up and ran to the front door, thinking there was something wrong.