The others were still out.  Bette sighed.  She changed into a tank top and boxers before sliding into the bed.  She was hoping to fall asleep before they came back…but she didn’t.  He eyes would stay wide open and her mind was restless.  She watched the numbers of the clock in front of her slowly shift to one another as time went by.  Fifty-two minutes had pass when the door opened.

“The drummer was on fire!” Kit said

-Yeah, it was awesome!  What’d you think Mark?

Bette recognized Kit’s boyfriend, Jake, deep voice.

“It was great.  I just wished Bette had come.  I know she would have liked it.

-Don’t feel bad for my sister.  She was really mean to you.

-She wasn’t that bad!”

It wasn’t true she HAD been really mean to him.

She heard footsteps crossing the small kitchen.   The room was made in a way that when you entered you could only see one bed; a tiny kitchen and bathroom separated it from the one where Bette was.  Mark glanced at her from the doorway.

“She’s asleep”

He said to Kit and Jake warning them no to wake her up.  Bette listened to him unzipping his jeans and taking of his shirt.  She held her breath as he joined her.  Feeling the heath of his body hit her skin as the mattress sank under his weight.  She wished she could disappear. Then, she felt his hand tenderly touch her arm.  It was a sweet caress that had a glimpse of sadness in it.

“I love you.” He whispered in her ear, sure she couldn’t hear him. 

He kissed her on the cheek scratching it unintentionally with his beard.  Then, he laid his head next to hers burying his nose in her wild hair.  Tears slid on Bette’s nose, to drop one after the other on her pillow.  She cried and cried until she fell into a tormented sleep.

Bette had a nightmare were she was lost in the middle of a gloomy forest. 

“BBBBBBETTTTTTTE!”

It was the girl from the beach was calling her from a faraway distance.

“TIIIIIIIIIINAAAAAA!”

She yelled in return hoping the girl could follow her voice and save her.  She was panicking.  It was so dark! It was so cold!  She could see shadows moving.  She turned on herself looking in every direction, desperately trying to find out how she had end up in such a frightening place.

“BEEEEEEETTTTTEEE!”

She heard again but this time Tina had sounded scared…as if something bad was happening to her… as if she were in danger.  Bette’s heart jumped savagely in her chest. 

“TIIIIIIIIINA! TIIIIIIIIINA! TIIIIIIIINA!”

She screamed as she ran at an unnatural speed between the trees.  She found her in the middle of a small glade moaning as if she was in terrible pain.  Mark was standing next to Tina looking at her with a weird smile on his face.

“MARK!  WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

-She’s dying.

-WHAT?

-I killed her.”

Bette noticed the knife, dripping of blood, he was holding in his hand.  She took two steps back.

“WHY?”

She was trembling in fear.

“I want your heart to be mine.

-I COULD NEVER GIVE MY HEART TO A KILLER

-I guess, I’ll have to acquire it by my own means.”

As his hand grabbed her wrist and his knife approached her chest, she fully grasped the meaning of his words.

“I love you.” He whispered in her ear before diving the knife into…

Bette woke up covered in sweat.  She had fallen on the floor in her sleep.

“Babe!  Are you ok?”

Mark was by her side, a worried look on his face.  Bette looked at him seeming completely puzzled.  Then, she exploded, tears rushed violently down her face. 

“It’s ok Bette!  It was only a dream, only a dream.”

He took her protectively in his arms and she sobbed against his shoulder shaking convulsively.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!

-Ssssshh…Don’t cry.  Everything is going to be okay.”