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The Dying of the Light Part 8
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White foam from a rabid animal.
Pounding. Pounding at the feet of the loan woman.
The fair light in the distance sinks, dragging the world into darkness.
The animal keeps on coming. It’s teeth biting into flesh. Throwing her into the rocks before dragging her under.
Liquid fills the lungs as she gasps for air.
Bleeding taints the crystal below.
She is lost in the violence of the moment.
Reliving her sacrifice. Remembering those who put her there in the first place.
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Bette blinked; Tina wanted to talk? Now? After all this time she walks into Helena’s house, the place that she came to escape the constant reminders of all that she couldn’t have.
Now they are here, in the house, waiting for some kind of response. Her daughter, no not her daughter – not legally – was looking at her too. She was standing, slightly unsteady yet so confident, just watching her. She was waiting for something, Bette wasn’t sure what.
Eventually she bored and walked off, her gait unsteady. She wasn’t walking so confidently last time Bette saw her, and Bette felt cheated for a moment. All the talking in the world wont bring back what was lost here. The time of her daughters life.
“Bette?” Tina called softly. She was loathed to break into Bette’s introspective moments, but she was starting to look like she was annoyed, and annoyed didn’t bode well for the conversation to come.
Breaking out of her thoughts, Better rubs her face with her hand, forgetting for a moment her injury. Yelping with pain, she cradles her hand as tears spring to her eyes.
“Stupid. Stupid.” Bette admonishes herself quietly. How could she be so stupid, so weak in front of Tina. This wasn’t a good beginning to the ‘talk’ not in the least.
Tina for her part forgot for a moment the awkwardness of the situation and jumped in to hold Bette. To offer her some comfort. Bette would have none of it as she shrugged out of her grasp, a violent moment launching her to the corner of the lounge, far out of Tina’s reach.
“Don’t.” Bette orders, her voice soft. She curls her legs up to her body, and rests her injured hand on top.
Tina for her part didn’t know what to do. She didn’t expect a dramatic response to her offer of comfort, but she shouldn’t have been surprised. A Bette that didn’t trust you, didn’t let you close to her.
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Deean, That was very intense and so sad. I am glad is Alice did what she did for Bette. Thank you PPS
Another amazing chapter – great story! What is it going to take for Bette to talk to her – not that I really blame her but things can’t get better till they do? PPS
Hello Dee… good luck on your film project… that is so exciting… that is my ambition to get into screen writing… just love the art of film… so yeah… keep us or me apprised of your stuff. JC
Bette is going to need a lot of help,if painting does it let her have ago at it. Just get her up and out. Not on a date just to look at what she can do with acanvas and brush. She can be anything she makes up her mind to be. Just let her be Bette Porter. thanks
Bette’s pain is killing me…I sure hope Tina can bring her back and they can work it out. pps
Deean I couldn’t agree more with how you see it in regards that because her friends are watching her fade away that her anguish is more acute than Tina. That how I felt watching the show watching how Bette fell into the affair…but I guess now i like to put it all into perspective so if I go off into a tirade over certain things in the story, yell at me, ignore, object whatever just so you know its because your well written story. PPS ASAP
Dee… my amazing friend… you cannot fathom just how deep your writing is… once again from the very start you engage in such an intense and visual rendering of emotions… like a master poet each stroke of your brush is not wasted as you paint such painful memories and such vivid beauty all in one swoop… I can feel Bette’s anguish… I can feel her fear and her undying love… I can feel Tina’s uncertainty and her desire to make things right… and what Alice has done… that is the most selfless thing anyone could have done for Bette… yes seeing her ‘Boo’ is amazing… but until she can believe it is ‘forever’ this gift from Alice is a treasure… you my friend are extremely gifted… and I thank you so much for sharing your gift and your soul with me… mucho hugs, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels and the Ever talented and Inspiring Eunichick)
You capture Bette’s pain so masterfully, it’s almost painful to read. Beautiful story, and excellent chappie as always. Are these two ever going to really talk? PPS.
This is an amazing story! The way you write a vulnerable Bette is so true to the way I think it would have really been for her. I enjoy following the story as Bette tries to find her way back. Fantastic chapter and I look forward to your next post.
Wow, Deean! This was such an intense chappy! Jeeez! First of all, we applaud Bette’s courage to exteriorize all the anger and pent up emotions that she hid during all this time. We could see why Bette stopped Tina’s manipulation of Angie, as to force a talk with her. Sheesh! It just shows how insensitive and self centered Tina has been all this term appart. Bette’s rejection to accept comfort from Tina is obvious. She cannot trust her, yet. Watching Bette braking in front of her, forces Tina to realize how much hurt and pain she has inflicted onto Bette, to the point of feeling inadequate to be Angie’s other mother. Contacting Joyce, to include Bette as Angie’s other mother is what needs to be done, first, before she can even think of gaining Bette’s trust back. Alice nice token with Bette is much appreciated. It is through friendship, caring and love that Bette would be back on her feet. Thanks for this amazing update, Deean. As we commented earlier, it was intense, but going into the right direction. Hats off to you. Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick)