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    Laid Up: Another Season 3 – Chapter Nineteen A

    From Chapter 18

     

    Stephanie was on her feet.  Her skin was pink and she was perspiring profusely.  Her eyes were beady and pointed like a laser at her mother.  The southern accent that she evidently worked hard at suppressing came on hard and strong. “I was seventeen and cheerleadin’.  I got dressed, left the house, got in the car, and started drivin’ to practice.  I was three blocks from home and suddenly there was a knife at my throat.  He came up from the back seat.  He told me to keep drivin’; he told me to drive into the woods, told me to git out the car, told me to walk.  He was drunk, but not enough.  I could smell it on his breath.  He walked me deeper and deeper in the woods and I kept askin’ him why and beggin’ him no.  I thought he was gonna kill me.  I thought he’d kill me for sure.  He threw me to the ground, raped me.  He raped me over and over.”

     

    Theresa’s mouth was agape.  She was leaning forward, gripping the railing of the witness stand, staring in horror at her daughter’s words.

     

    “I was cryin’ and beggin’ him to stop and he kept tellin’ me he’d kill me if I didn’t shut up, so I did.  I let him do it until he fell asleep on top of me.  You weren’t there to protect me.  Where were you?  Where the hell were you?”

     

    “I’m sorry.  I didn’t know.  Why didn’t you tell me?  Tell Tina?  Who did this to you, Stephanie?”

     

    “He raped me and it’s your fault.  You left me with them.  You weren’t there.  Now, you’re sittin’ up there sayin’ I’m harmin’ Tina and you won’t have it.  What about me?  What about me?  Goddamn you, mother.”

     

    “Theresa stood and was about to step down, but Whit insisted that she stay put by putting an arm across the opening.

     

    Bette was staring, too.  She never would have guessed this sort of breakdown in court.

     

    Stephanie sobbed and it was easy to see that she was back there, at that rape.  “He raped me for two hours, then he fell asleep on top of me.  On top of me.  And when he woke up, it was dark.  He looked at me for a long time and started cryin’.  He said he was sorry.  He said, “Oh, no.  Baby, I didn’t mean it.  I thought you were your Mama.  I’d never hurt my little girl.  I’m sorry.  I thought you were Terri.  You look so much like your Mama.  Daddy loves his girl.  I’d never hurt you or Tina.  I’m sorry.  Please, you can’t tell on me.  It was a mistake.  I thought you were Terri.  It’s her fault.  Not yours.  Not mine.  It’s your Mama’s fault.”

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    Comments

    1. I’m sorry for Bette, Tina and the meddlers. Bette has had a lot happen in the past couple of months though, she needs time to work it all out. She seemed to be doing not too badly, considering. Right, on to the next installment!

    2. Portia….That literally took me hours to read, and I’m not on B yet…You are truely a gifted writer, storyteller, dream weaver, passion just oozes from your words regardless of what your saying. Anyone can tell that you have a love of writing, words…the way you use them to bring us readers to the highest high and slam us right back down again only to do it all over again and again. I hope you know how greatful and lucky us readers are to have you write this wonderful version of what S3 should have been…thankyou, your amazing….Now off to part B

    3. Portia thank you so much for this labor of love…this story just pulls at my emotions…I feel so sorry for Bette I know she feels like she is fighting the whole world…I hope some relief is coming her way soon. It’s a shame that Stephanie came into their lives and turned everything upside down and then just disappears like it’s nothing I hope Henry sees what she is and dumps her…especially if he is gonna be Tina’s doc. I must say these 36 pages took alot out of me…in a good way though…I am gonna have to walk away and come back to finish the next post…but I love it so thank you very much.

    4. I love how you are pulling the Buddist Mont. into the story! How clever you are. Well, I just finished this chapter and look forward to the next! I love your long formats, even though I have to wait.

    5. Took me close to 2 hours to read it (digesting slowly). Your love of writing and dedication to this story are truly appreciated. I’m hooked on all the twists and turns you crafted. I need some serious Zzz right now, will have to catch part B in a few hours when i’m more alert. Thank you!

    6. well like the others i had to read in shifts… but i finally finished this one… now i have a few and i need to start thr next chapter… i feel bad for bette but all is not lost… and steph needs help… a lot of it… all she cares about is the money… and who to screw next…

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