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Destiny (4)
"I did nothin’ of the sort madam," he said.
"Then fix it! Change destiny!"
"I don’t ‘ave the power to do that madam."
"Listen you damn pirate! Don’t take away my Alice from me! Don’t take away the love of my life! Don’t take her!" Helena screamed breaking into sobs.
The driver parked the car at the entrance of the train station then turned around to face Helena. "Madam, I’d say if life is giving you a second chance, you take advantage of it."
"What?" Helena said.
"Appreciate her and what you’ve got," the driver said, "just love her."
Helena dropped her head in defeat. She opened the door and threw money at the driver. "Thanks for nothing," Helena murmured.
The driver smiled and said, "see you later."
Helena swirled around just as he pulled out and drove away.
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The train ride was only an hour long and Alice and Tina were excited to discover a new place in England. After taking a cab from the Station they were left at a quaint little town that looked like it was pulled out of a John Wayne Western. It had a dirt road and wooden stores and houses along the sides.
And like in the Westerns, the little bar was the center of attention. Behind the town was a large hill made entirely of grass and a few grey rocks.
"Wow, it’s gorgeous," Alice said.
"You don’t find places like this in America," Tina said.
"Come on let’s go to the hill," Helena said taking Alice’s hand and guiding her. Bette and Tina followed behind hand in hand.
They started up the hill as Helena said, "my dad was an alcoholic. He used to run a factory in a city nearby but they shut it down. He went to the bar and drowned himself in beer. My mother was smarter than him. While he was getting drunk she was going to college and getting a degree in business and finance.
"That didn’t mean that they didn’t argue. Everytime they were around each other, day or night, they would fight: verbally, mentally, emotionally, and physically. I was always caught in the crossfire. So I used to come to this hill.
"I would climb up to the top, then go back down and go home. By the time I got there they were either sleeping or my dad had left to a bar and left some new bruise on my mom."
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Hmm… Sad, i don’t want alice to die. P.p.s
Another excellent update. thank you.
Awesome buttercup thank you!!!
amazing thank you!
Great story,thank you for the update.PPSP.S. Good luck for your last finals.
Why is Bette crying? She’s not losing Tina is she? Thanks and PPS.
Damn that was awesome and love it, please post more, thanks!