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    Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 9)

    Story written on July 26, 2005 by rachel_raj.
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    Drunken admissions are the worst kind.

     

    Oops.

     

    I shot a panicked look toward Bette, whose eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. She smiled, shaking her head as she handed Kyle the sheets. “Alice and I never slept together,” Bette said, amused.

     

    If it had been anyone else but Kyle, he or she probably would have let the subject drop and Bette (and I) could have attributed his statement to drunken craziness. But Kyle snorted and stood up, put the sheet on the couch and said, “Nah, you don’t have to pretend to me. Alice told me all about it.”

     

    I avoided Bette’s gaze and examined one of the sculptures on the bookshelf lining the far wall.

     

    “She did, huh?” Bette said in a strange tone.

     

    “Mmm.” Kyle made himself comfortable against the couch cushion. His eyes were closed, which was probably a good thing for him because I was trying very hard to kill him using my mind. And if I hadn’t been too chicken to spare a glance toward Bette, I probably would have found that she was doing much of the same to me.

     

    “You’re drunk,” I said weakly.

     

    Kyle agreed. “And sleepy. ‘Night.”

     

    I sighed, leaning down and ruffling his hair. “Good-night.”

     

    “‘Night,” Bette said, and turned and headed for her bedroom. I waited until I heard her close the door before whispering, “You *****,” to Kyle, who mumbled in response, and retreating to my own bedroom.

     

    Inside, I realized my hands were shaking. I don’t know what I was so nervous about. It couldn’t possibly be that big of a deal to Bette because I was still alive, and maybe she was going to chalk the whole thing up to Kyle being wasted. I didn’t have anything to worry about.

     

    Except, I felt like a kid. I felt like-I used to tell these lies to my dad to make him more interested in me. After he and my mom divorced, I only saw him one weekend a month and it was strange, the way I felt like I had to perform for him. My brother and sister were better about it, maybe because they were older, but I just kept thinking you know, “If we don’t have a lot of fun this weekend, he won’t want me next time. He’ll say, ‘Sorry, Alice, you didn’t make the cut and I don’t know if I can waste my entire weekend on you.’” So, every time I had a new story: “Dad, I trained a mouse to do tricks” or “Dad, my spelling teacher says I’m the best speller she’s ever had”.

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    2. This story is awsome. You write the part of Alice so well. It’s like her and Bette are really here. Great job. Keep it coming. I can’t wait for the next post!

    3. this is soooo good, its like im actually Alice… man I feel her pain..
      Imagine having someone like betty mad at ya and pretending not to be!! Now that is scary, lmao
      lookin fwd to the next catastrophy immensly

    5. I knew the whole “me shagging her” was going to backfire on Alice one day or another lol
      Now I want to know what the two other things were.
      And once again, spamming is great :D
      xxx

    6. Alice’s abandonment issues about her father, how are you able to incorporate all these little details?

      You’re channeling her. She’s a real person, a muse ensconced in her West Hollywood salon, providing material for all you writers, IC included!

      I got cha!!!!

    7. Now come fucking on! You can’t leave it like that, not even for a limited amount of time! I (and probably a couple of others) wanna know how they finally got it on. =D

    8. Once again simply excellent! Alices quirks and issues are just incorporated so naturally. I agress with with techgal you must be in touch with a muse.

    11. This exploration of Alice is amazing. You are breathing life into a fictional character with such convincing realism. Is Bette worried about her street cred? Hmmmm….

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