On the limit

Chapter 4

I get Shane in the backseat of the mercedes.

"Okay, I’ll see you guys tomorrow", I say to Papi, Mark, and the others.

This Bette lady gets in the driver seat.

I take a sit next to Shane.

"So where do you guys live?", Bette asks me.

I tell her the adress and she nods.

A moan comes from Shane. She must be in pain, but as always, she hides it.

"Come here", I order and she moves closer to me.

I take her head and guide it on my legs.

"I think its better if you lie down" I tell her while my hands are on her warm cheeks.

"Why do you always get into trouble?".

"I’m sorry…".

Shane closes her eyes while my hand moves thrugh her messy hair.

"How are you doing?", Bette asks her.

"Alright", she says after a few seconds.

"Does things like this happen to you often?".

"Sometimes", I say for Shane, "Her ass is in trouble to much".

Shane giggles a little, with her eyes closed.

Bette shakes her head, she doesn’t know why I asked her to drive us home…she will see…

20 mins later we hold infront of mine and Shane’s house.

"Um…Babe, come on we’re at home" I say as Bette and I helped Shane into the house.

It’s a nice small two bedroom house.

I love it. I love everything in it, including my McCutcheons, Shane and Shay.

Bette seems suprised by the house.

Where does she think we’re living? In the ghetto?

I tell her to take a seat on the sofa. Shane knows that I asked her in, but she doesn’t want to know why.

Usually she’s very curious, but she to drunk and to beaten up to aks any question.

While I’m in the kitchen she’s walking into the bedroom.

"Shane", I say caring to the person who lies still dressed on the bed, "You know you cant sleep like this".

"Yes…I know", she gets up slow, "But I feel like shit".

"Finally you admit it!", I sit down next to her, "Let me clean your wounds".

She lays down again, the head on my legs, "…um… that burns".

"Dont be such a crybaby".