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    Life Without Jenny (chapter 17)

    Helena:

    “Hey,” I said timidly not wanting to meet her gaze just yet. My emotions were in a crazy hurricane. I was so confused.

    She looked at me through the glass, utterly surprised that I was there, and she said, “hey.”

    I shifted my eyes to meet with hers and I saw her gulp visibly, afraid of what I was going to say.

    “You fucked me up, you know?” I said looking at her.

    “I fucked up myself,” Dylan answered her eyes getting watery.

    I averted my gaze again, not wanting to cry. “Why did you do it, Dylan?” I said turning my eyes toward her again.

    Dylan dropped her head, the deep sobs wracking her body. “I was so mad,” she whispered, “you said it was her fault that you were leaving me, and I just wanted to confront her. None of those other things should have happened! I am not a killer, Helena.”

    “But you are a liar,” I said hardening my gaze.

    “I know,” Dylan said dropping her head, “I’ve made mistakes in the past.”

    “How do you expect me to take you back when I can’t trust you?” I said.

    “How can you trust Dusty? She’s a convicted felon!” Dylan cried.

    “So am I,” I said, “and you should be too.”

    “I wish I would have been,” Dylan said through her hot tears, “I wish I would have told you how much I loved you that day. What I would give to turn back time.”

    “We did try again,” I said.

    Dylan looked at me and said, “It was chaotic from beginning to the end.”

    “And we ended out worse then before,” I said, “I ended up some crazy ass alcoholic, and you wanted for murder.”

    “But you found Dusty,” she said so softly I almost couldn’t hear her.

    I smiled fondly remembering the woman who saved my life, twice. “Yeah, I did.”

    Dylan broke into sobs again and I looked at her, pity running through my body.

    “Helena,” she said after a while, “you should have never come here.”

    “I needed to,” I said.

    She looked at me, her eyes red and puffy from the crying, “after me your life went downhill. Dusty raised you up and then I brought you crashing down again. She has risen you up again, Helena, and I love you too much to bring you down again.”

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    1. please..please let bette be pregnant, although the process of trying is em..fun, i think they both deserve to get what they want. xxjbxx

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