Shane was laying on the couch, tired from jet lag. Carmen came out of the bathroom and walked into the living room. She walked around the couch and sat on the edge of the couch. She smiled at her girlfriend, and how tired she is. She got down on the floor and crawled to her head. She caressed her face and kissed her softly on her cheek. Shane moaned and started to move around.

“Wake up sleepyhead.” Carmen ran her fingers through her short mane. Shane slowly opened her eyes and stretched.

“What time is it?” She asked groggily.

“It’s one-thirty.” Shane sat up and ran her hands over her face. Carmen moved inbetween Shane’s legs and grabbed her hands. “Shane, I think we need to talk.”

“About what?” Carmen looked at Shane. The dark circles around her eyes. Her skin pale as a ghost, her body fragile.

“Like at babe. You’re a wreck. You need help.” Shane dropped her head and sighed.

“Carmen, I know. It’s been getting worse. I really need help.”

“Shane, why are you doing this to yourself? You had a great job, and then poofYou’re back down that path again.” Shane looked at Carmen.

“You were part of the reason why I went back. But, that’s not an excuse.” A tear fell down her cheek. “I would do anything to get some blow. I’ve been a *****’ wreck for three months straight. The last time I was sober was these few days in Key West. I felt good about myself. I don’t want to do this alone Carmen.” Carmen grabbed Shane’s face and kissed her softly.

“Babe, I’ll be beside 100 percent. I’m going to help you through this, but most of all, you gotta help yourself.” Shane smiled faintly.

“Thanks babe.” Shane gave Carmen a hug and held her tight.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

****

            Bette was walking around the gallery, talking to the contractors about the lights for the first show. She was really excited how everything was working out. She heard her phone and walked up her steps. She ran over to her desk and grabbed her phone.