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Bette woke early to find the beautiful blonde still cuddled in her arms. She wasn’t exactly sure what time the funeral was, so she kissed her lover’s warm shoulder and snuck out of the bed. She wanted to drive back to the beach house and pick up a suit.
She put on her clothes silently and folded the night clothes that she had borrowed and placed them on Tina’s dresser. She padded to Tina’s office and found a notepad on her desk. She wrote a quick note and crept into the bedroom and stuck it to the master bathroom mirror. She sat down on the toilet lid and sent a quick text. She needed back up and Shane was probably with Carmen or at the beach house.
She opened the medicine cabinet looking for some lipstick and found a red color. It was right next to a few prescription bottles of what she knew to be anxiety medication. Clonazepam, Prozac. She frowned at the pill bottles but noticed that none of the refill dates looked current. She shrugged it off, not wanting to think too much about it, and having no desire to judge Tina.
She had no hang ups about mental health care. Kit had done really well after some setbacks in her recovery, thanks to good doctors and a medication plan. She just felt for the blonde, anxiety could be hard to deal with.
Bette put on the lipstick and crept back out to the bedroom. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the Fit Bit tracker. She didn’t know why she brought it, but was now glad that she had stuffed it into her pants pocket. She crept over to the bed and placed it carefully on the sleeping blonde’s wrist. She leaned down and kissed her wrist just next to it, leaving a perfect lipstick mark. Tina stirred but didn’t wake.
She tiptoed out and down the stairs, locking the front door behind her as she went. She scanned the street left and right looking for a vehicle. A set of lights flashed her and she nodded towards them. She got a text from Shane as she pulled her car down the street.