Previously…

Bette ran, and ran, and ran, until she couldn’t anymore. Her legs felt like jello beneath her. She struggled to sit on a park, bench. The cold air engulfed her. This wasn’t LA and the night was colder than she was used to. She closed her eyes and let the tears come out.

And now…

Meanwhile

Helena felt Donna’s hand slide to her lower back, achingly close to her ass. Helena lifted her arms, putting them on the Donna’s shoulders. She pushed the woman away, as familiar as these lips felt to her. Familiar yet foreign.

"Fuck, Donna!" Helena exclaimed, tossing her pool stick to the ground. Donna just stood there, chuckling softly to herself, "Its not fucking funny, you arse. What the fuck!?" She marched out on the hunt for Bette.

She was leaving this party now. She scanned the room for five minutes and didn’t see her lover. She tapped one of the guests on the shoulder.

"Have you seen a woman, about 5’7" or 5’8"? She has brown curly hair, big brown eyes, olive skin tone, the prettiest lips you’ve ever seen. She had on a black dress."

"Yes, I think so. Very beautiful." The man said, a soft smile on his face, "But she looked very sad, perplexed even. She left out the party maybe ten minutes ago."

"Thank you."

She must’ve saw me and Donna. Shit!

Helena never ran so fast to the bedroom she and Bette were staying in, not since she was a teenager, sneaking back in from sneaking out to see some random girlfriend of hers. It was a similar situation, all for some girl, but Bette wasn’t just "some girl." She was "the girl." The it girl, if you will. If Helena couldn’t have Bette, she knew she had to have someone like her, though that was a futile thought, as there was nobody quite like Bette.

When Helena got to the room, she saw Bette’s clothes in a pile on the floor. She checked in the bathroom, no Bette. She noticed that a pair of Bette’s sneakers were missing. Her cell phone was gone too.

She’s out there. Somewhere lost in London. Thats like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

She left the bedroom and went outside to the garage. She grabbed a set of keys, they belonged to a vintage Rolls Royce. She hopped in and pulled up to the front gate. She stopped at guard’s post.