"Sorry, I can’t"
She was speechless and stared at her in despair.
No more chances to be with her. Nothing left to hope for a reconciliation.
Helena ran away in tears and her whole world got into small pieces.
——
"Hi, I’m Dylan. Again. I left you at least one hundred messages, it would be
nice if you can call me back. I’m leaving LA tonight, I MUST talk to you
before. Please, I beg you, call me."
Helena split the drink on the table, as much her hand was trembling. She
was so upset she could not sleep for the last few days, nor had been able
to eat more than some garbage food, and Kit was still waiting for her to
go back to Hit to take some of her usual jobs as owner. Who was she
kidding? She desperately needed to call Dylan, to hear her low, reassuring
voice, just saying to her "I’m madly in love with you, Helena. This was
just a nightmare, please wake up and let’s get out of this.". Unfortunately,
the bad dream was lasting too long, and she could see no way out. She
drank again, and again, and as soon as she was feeling fuzzy enough to
stand a night among happy lesbian couples, she took the keys of the BMW
and left for a drive to Hit.

——
beep. Beep. Helena was driving too fast, and her mind was obfuscated by
the alcohol. She looked down at the phone just to recognize Dylan’s
number, and press harder on the accelerator. Suddenly a big SUV came out
from the left. She tried to avoid that, but lost the control of the car, that
crashed against a light pole at the opposite corner of the road.
"Fuck you".
The police arrived just to prevent a shocked just licenced teenager to be
literally beaten by such a beautiful woman, in an elegant dress, that
nobody could believe being so completely drunk.
"Please madame, follow us to the police station."
"What the Fuck! You don’t know who I am. I’m a Peabody, damn it! One of
the fucking richest woman of this fucking place. I can BUY your police
station, you hear me?"
"Please, follow us and don’t say anything more, before I can accuse you of
more than being a stupid lady who should avoid drink and drive at the same
time." As soon as Helena stepped in the police car, the shock, the alcohol
and the desperation took advantage of her, and she felt asleep.
.——-
"Helena, Helena please, are you ok? Do you feel right? Anything hurt?"
Yes, she might have dreamed that fucking nightmare, and now her beloved
Dylan was there, waking her up.
"Dy..lan..What the fuck are you doing here?"
"The police called me. Mine was probably the last number on you phone. So
happy they did. "
"Fuck you Dylan. Please leave me alone."
"I can’t. I paid for your exit. You are under my responsibility until you get
sober and come back to explain what happened tonight."
"Me, under your.. You must be fucking kidding me."
"come here. I’m driving you home. Then I’ll let you alone, if this is what
you want."
Helena had no more strength to reply. Her head was such a pain, she could
doing nothing but following her former lover to that jeep of her, climbing
to the right seat and immediately fell asleep again as soon as Dylan
started driving.

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