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    Tina, Tiny Pieces Chapter 17 – Pt 1

    Story written on May 26, 2006 by lastkid.
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    I Knew You When

    Sunday morning, Alice’s

    I open my eyes.  My head pounds.  I close them again.

    I sit up, rubbing them.  I open them again, slowly. I run my tongue across my teeth, gingerly trying to scrape away the tiny fuzzy sweaters that cover them.

    I look down at my feet, at the floor.  It slowly registers that the mess I was expecting to see isn’t there.  I look at my bare legs.  I feel the shorts I am wearing.  Alice’s.   I pull the front of the t-shirt out, reading it upside down.  I think it says Sisters of Mercy but my eyes are blurred and bleary. 

    It’s quiet.  Alice must still be sleeping.  I stand up.  Dizzy, a wave of nausea hits me and I sit back down.  My throat feels like it’s stuffed with hot cotton.  Coffee.  I need some. Now.

    I pad into the kitchen quietly, slowly.  Before I go in,  I peek around the corner, her bedroom door is closed.  I think I can hear her talking, very faintly.  I lean, too far, my leg extended – my foot skitters and taps and I drop it quickly.  I  hurry through the archway.  I open her refrigerator, I find the coffee, I take it out.  I am filling the pot with water when I hear the bedrrom door open. 

    I know she’s standing behind me.  I’m afraid to turn around, so I pour the water in the pot, I turn it on. 

    You’re still here.

    It’s not a question.  I’m tired and I’m hung over but awake enough to know she’s not happy with me.

    I was just going to make some cof – um, you know what?   I’ll just go. 

    I turn around, dropping my eyes, not meeting hers.  She sighs, she waves her hand at me.

    Tina, have some coffee.  Take a shower if you want. 

    I turn around.  My lip is trembling, I fight not to cry.  From humiliation.

    Thank you, Alice.  For –

    I point to her shirt.

    I’m sorry about – throwing up.  About making a mess.    About –

    I feel the first tear on my cheek.  I wipe it away quickly.  She walks into the living room, she sits down.  I see her rub her eyes.  I call softly.

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    2. someone just kill me and put me out my misery of reading this brilliant but such an agonizing story…i think i need therapy now, along with tina

    3. I cringe at the mere mention of that word too. And reading your authors note surprised me that it was a word you used in the first place. As far as this chapter, I have to say that I am not surprised that it still doesn’t seem to have hit Tina the damaged that she has caused. Once again, she is worried about how she comes off to someone else. I think she is beyond fortunate to have a friend such as Alice. As Bette stated, that shit was wrong on so many levels. And I can understand where Bette was coming from. Tina seriously needs help, and I don’t see her making a mad dash to get any…………Wonderful as always Kid………on to the next chapter.

    4. I don’t how you write at such a high level, consistently and effortlessly. Conversations never seem strained or stilted. Hot damn…you’re really good. But Tina’s a major bitch and that c word, too.

    6. Geez… so good… I really don’t like Tina much, either, right now, though still feel badly for her. She’s messed up, made mistakes, and is completely confused. I don’t understand her actions, but I want to see her figure it out. Wow.

    7. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Tina compounds the fracture! LK, you are leading us through a lot of blind passages, taking us to places that I NEVER would have guessed! Excellent!

    8. Judging by a comment or two, I should probably save your story for after work. Being reduced to a sloppy puddle on the floor wouldn’t be very good especially if boss man decides to visit.

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