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    Decisions

    "Where…" I started.

    "Downtown L.A. Two years later," Dana said.

    So we’re in the future. But why here? This extremely dangerous city.

    "Bette lives here now," Dana said answering my thoughts. When I gave a look she smiled bashfully and said, "I’m a spirit, I was bound to have some cool ability."

    I nodded and said, "what the hell is Bette doing here?"

    "Well, you hired Joyce," Dana said, "that video destroyed Bette. Kelly basically red flagged her and the only job she could get that was even remotely related to art was a janitor at the gallery down the street."
    I was too shocked for words. I wanted to tell myself that she deserved this, but I couldn’t help but feel for her. When I heard the pattering of feet, I turned to see Bette sulking down the street in her custodial uniform.

    My breath hitched and my eyes watered. Her hair was tangled in a sloppy ponytail, she had bags under her eyes, and her eyes were bright red.

    I couldn’t help but get nervous when a two men approached her. "Hey Bette," the taller one said.

    "Nick," Bette spat walking past him.

    The man called Nick just smirked a gave his companion a look. His companion grabbed Bette’s arm ferociously and turned her around.

    I gasped and took a step toward her but Dana’s hand on my arm stopped me, "you can’t do anything. We are simply observers."

    "Nice try Porter," Nick said while the other guy pressed her against the wall. She didn’t even attempt to fight.

    "You owe us money Porter," the other man growled, "heroin isn’t free."

    "H-heroin?" I repeated looking at Dana.

    "It was her way of numbing the pain," Dana said sadly.

    "I don’t have the money," Bette said flatly.

    "Hmm, well you know what happens to clients who fail to make the payments," Nick said giving his companion a nod.

    "How’s that withdrawl going?" the companion smirked raising his fist into the air and slamming it down onto Bette’s temple.

    I cried out as she fell to the floor. She didn’t even try to get up as the man started kicking her in the ribs. Bette cried out in pain and spit out blood, but she wouldn’t even try to block the attacks.

    Comments

    1. That was amazing, happy that Tina could see into the future and realized what a mistake she was about to make. Good decision, indeed. Thanks for posting.

    2. they think I’m going crazy, crying with sob and then laughing loud all by myself, well ur story did this to me dear. thanks it is really wonderful story ;D

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