Previously: “what we shared was special to me. Maybe it meant nothing to you. But it doesn’t give you the right to talk to me that way. And by the way, no you do not ‘own this pussy’. And yes. I did fuck her.”

With that she walked out the door. The tears welled up in her eyes. Kit could see that their meeting did not go well. She tried to reach out to Helena. Helena held her off and left the restaurant quickly. In the car the flood of tears flowed from Helena. The past 24 hours took her to new and higher highs and now to a lower low that she ever had been. This is what she feared in opening herself to Bette. She tried to convince herself she hated Bette but more she was angry at herself for allowing herself into another relationship disaster.

Kit came in and questioned Bette, “What did you say to her? What have you done?”

Bette was stunned at her own insensitivity. She was hurt and she wanted to hurt back. She realized she was wrong. She was indeed a hypocrite. Her words were strong, hard and wrong. Her jealousy caused her strike out, in her own way to protect herself from the pain she was feeling. In her attempt to protect herself, she hurt the one person she was falling so heavy and hard for. “Kit. I am such a fuck up”

“You’d better go to her. If she matters to you, you need to go fix it, go make it right.”

Part 11

“Helena! Helena! Wait please.” Bette called out to the rapidly departing Helena as she approached her car.

Helena stopped at her car without turning around.

“I’m sorry. That…that didn’t turn out the way I hoped it would. Please come back in. We need to talk.”

Helena took a deep breath and shook her head. “I thought that’s what we just did and you basically called me a whore.”

“Helena, I did not call you a whore. You are over reacting. I don’t want us to part like this. Please stay and let’s talk. I was out of line. This past day has been so crazy for me…..Seeing you in that suit was…God, so fucking amazing. I felt like I lost control of any logical thinking. I felt like some sex crazed adolescent. I don’t know what happened but I……I just don’t know why things got so crazy. I am Bette Porter Dean of a prestigious arts college and there I was obsessed with or maybe even possessed by you. All this time we’ve just been friends but last night I needed to……