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    Bette Forgets 20

    Dad put you in that institution because you wanted to take me away from him.

    I see both Tina and my mother turn to me in surprise. Both probably for different reasons. I know that I always called my father daddy but with this memory loss comes memories that I had repressed for one reason or another. My father could be a very dangerous man, and what he did to my mother just to keep us apart was unforgivable. My mother is looking at me in surprise because I know she didnt think I knew anything was amiss.

    How do you know this, mom asks

    I remember.

    This was that dream you had that you werent sure was a memory or not, Tina says understanding what Im not saying
    I turn to her and nod my head.

    Dream? What dream?

    Well now I know that it was a memory, I state, I remember following dad one day. Every couple of months he would disappear for the day and not tell me where he went. I really was starting to get pretty suspicious, I shrug at this, He went to Cravenwood Center.

    The woman to my right snorts at this, Yeah it makes it sound like somewhere that actually helps people. A nice place to retreat to.

    It wasnt a nice place, Tina asks

    Julia holds up a hand, Dont get me wrong it was a lovely place to be but not when you arent there by choice.

    That makes a certain amount of sense.

    Okay so you followed Melvin, Julia stated getting back on track, What did you do?

    I convinced them to let me in, I explain, They let me right in. They seemed kind of scared of dad. I asked the people at the front where Melvin Porter went and they gave me the room number. I went to this room and peered into the window by the door. Imagine my shock when I see not only my father but my mother as well. The mother that my father had told me had died.

    We were all silent after I made this statement.

    I have a question, Tina asked after a moment, If Melvin has stuck you in this place why did he go and see you.

    Comments

    1. AHHHH……YOU ARE GOOD….AND THIS IS WONDERFUL…I LOVE IT…SEX IN THE CAR…MEETING BETTE’S MOTHER…OH WOW……I WISH ILENE CHAIKEN WOULD COME TO THIS SITE FOR IDEAS ON BETTE AND TINA STORIES….WOWOWOWOWOW….

    2. This has been one of my fav. stories to read.. it just keeps getting better and better… I get giddy when I see you have posted.. thanks… more please:)

    3. Bette’s mom is alive huh! Maybe now (with some memory gained) she’ll be able to confront her prior trust, relationship issues and inability to share her innermost feelings.

    4. WOW…what a chapter!! LOVED IT!! Bette’s dad sucks, I can’t believe he did that to Bette’s mom…omg, I wonder what missing from Bette’s memories, you know, from the time she confronted her father to the time she celebrated her 16th birthday…I get the feeling that it’s something bad! Loved it REBA!! Update soon please!

    5. Her mom that was a twist, anyways melvin is eviler then I though. He like a guy off a soap opera. Anyways I want to hear more about the dreams, and though bette has been having.

    6. Reba…your mind is just way too creative. I can’t believe her mother was locked up like that. I also find Bette’s character interesting because she seems to have had a lack of maternal influence in her life. This would help explain why. Are they still going on the trip?

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