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    Denial

    CHAPTER 3

    Slowly I came too, my eyes still closed but I could feel her watching me and as I struggled to keep my eyes shut because I knew as soon as it was apparent that I was awake we would have  to talk. It was coming no matter what, why delay it?

    “Stop staring at me” I mumbled with my eyes still shut

    “Your awake”

    “Yeh”

    “And still here” and when I was about reply with a witty remark I was under the sudden realisation that she was leading to something

    “I thought you would have gone by now. Carly—“

    “Isn’t home. She has business in New York”

    “Oh” I sensed the change in her demeanour “And you came here”

    She was upset, it was in her voice. I quickly opened my eyes and looked over at her “The vain in your
    brow is going crazy” I softly stroke it, playfully “Just relax” I sighed contently, toying with her hair.

    “Your going to leave me, aren’t you?” she looked up at me with those big amber eyes “I sometimes wish that I still hated you” I knew she was talking to herself, it was a rhetorical statement but it hurt

    “I never wanted  to leave in the first place”

    “You chose Carly and I understand that. I was kinda like your wild card, right? You don’t think I can stay with one person for more than a couple of nights?”

    She was still so insecure, I learned this pretty late on. After our first meeting and we began to hang out together I began to realise she wasn’t the monster I painted her out to be in a lot of ways I grew to love those things I was so critical about and I sat there just running my fingers though her silky blonde locks “You know that’s not how it went down”

    “Then tell me, how did it go down?”

    I didn’t want to tell Tina. It would have hurt her more. The things Carly said about her, the lies and I understand she was hurt but the decision was mine to make “You and I—It would have been so hard”

    “Really, Bette? You were pretty easy in New York”

    “It was just… easier” I said it carefully

    “It obviously didn’t work out for you Bette because here you are. In my bed”

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