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    The Addiction

    Previously..

    Standing at the sidewalk, I couldn’t help but feel defeated and small. Just eight hours ago, I left this place very confident – full of hope and extremely full of myself. And now I’m back – unsuccessful, alone and pretty much back to where I started. Square one. My ego has deflated into a mass so thin and little, I could barely see it.

    With every step feeling heavier than the last, I dragged my sorry ass towards the front porch. I was in the process of climbing the small steps when I felt it – the tingling sensation of the night wind on my exposed skin. I shuddered as goosebumps littered my arms and legs.

    Feeling cold, I hurry my journey towards the door – only to stop midway when I felt something warm radiating behind me. I was about to turn around when a pair of soft hands sneaked up and covered my eyes. Like a bolt of lightning, heat crawled down my face and spread all over my body.

    “Surprise baby. Guess who?” A sultry voice whispered near my ear, tickling me with its warmth.

    Oh my fucking God..! Am I dreaming?

    “T-Tee?”

    The Addiction

    Chapter Five: Relapse or Recovery?

    “T-Tee?” I whisper shakily. The things that I were holding, my purse and my shoes, found their way to the porch with a loud thud. My hands, cold and clammy as they were, flew up to touch the warm fingers covering my eyes.

    Instead of getting an answer from my mysterious visitor, I hear a melodious giggle instead. “Why, does someone else call you baby?” She asks me flirtatiously, and I swear to God, my heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice.

    “Y-yeah.”

    “Oh really?” She replies, her voice hiking up in a mixture of shock and disbelief. “Who?”

    “My sister.” I answer feebly, slurring a bit.

    She laughs, making the tiny hairs at the back of my neck stand on end. “She calls you baby girl. I think that’s different.” She points out in good humor.

    Is it really? My alcohol drenched brain asks. Both are used as terms of endearment, but oh well. Prying her long and delicate fingers from my eyes, I ease away from the stranger’s touch and turn around to look at my sneaky companion. I stumble back a step when I saw her face, my knees in danger of buckling in. Holy hell..! My mouth drops down to the floor. I knew my eyes tend to get a bit wonky when I’m drunk so I rub at them furiously – a vain attempt to check if I was seeing things right. To my horror and absolute delight, I was. This.. this.. beautiful creature in front of me looked remarkably like Tina. Sniff. She smelled like her as well. And when she laughed at the queer expression on my face? Damn, she sounded like her too.

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    1. I laughed out loud throughout this last installment of Bette’s addiction and recovery(?) process! What a delight to be privy to such honest and heartfelt commentary. The funniest – entering Alice’s mind to tell her about the caffeine in heaven… Alchemy, thanks for sharing your tremendous talent with all of us…

    2. Awesome!! :)Thanks so much for sharing this!It was very beautifully written from Bette’s POV. I enjoyed it very much!!Looking forward to reading more from you! :)

    3. oh Alch how i love your stories!! i’ve just got back from holiday and it’s the first time i’ve raised a smile reading that – i could read your stories all day, i love your humour, please post another one soon!

    4. Yes! Bette finally figured out there’s no fighting it, she’s madly in love and that’s a good thing:) Loved how she saved herself by saying that’s my way of asking you to move in! Hope you have some other stories you’d like to share with us!

    5. oh yeah…I think I’ll stay addicted too! What a lovely place it is! Thank you for the journey..you are amazing and you never disappoint my friend

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