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    Half Bliss- Chapter 3

     

    Eight to her is the infinity of pain and suffering. What difference would it make now?

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    Kit sat by her side as she slept. Her presence was felt as she shifted once again. The images were bothering her more now than ever. The faces were always blurred but the mood and her personal feelings always managed to explain to her what that scene meant to her. She just stood there absorbing the heart wrenching sight. Her mind took a break but her heart seems to just go on and on. It was killing her but she had to persevere. If not for her then for Kit, she rationalized. Kit. She stayed there and cared for her, giving her the warmth that she felt unworthy of somehow.

     

    Nothing is logical to her at this point. How could she possibly explain that while she lost all of her memory regarding her identity and past, the incident was fresh at the back of her head? Yes. The disturbing images of how he took her. How he had dragged her in that deserted house and raped her. She knew he was intoxicated. She knew he was troubled.

     

    He kept muttering about a baby. How she took his little baby from him. He slapped her once and then again for taking his baby away from her. Detached from the pain of him moving in her, she felt his sorrow. It touched her.

     

    She was barely conscious when he stopped but she heard it. She listened to a series whimper but not from the pleasure because if anything it was brutal for the both of them. Then, a deep gasp before she retired to her deep slumber. It was not logical that she pitied him. She was the victim and yet she could only find it in her to understand his situation.

     

    They told her he surrendered. It was days later after she lied that she couldn’t remember the incident at all. It wasn’t that she forgave him. There were some resentment but the feeling wasn’t enough considering everything he had done to her. She didn’t hate him enough to tell them how he had kicked her, slapped her, and kissed her in his blind fury. There was some passion as well. She could tell he was somewhere else with the real culprit of his sorrow. Just then, she saw it.

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    Comments

    1. i’m still confused too… now is it henry who raped bette… i’ll still be reading… because i can’t wait to see how you tie this all together… pps

    2. You’re writing has left me breathless. I am overwhelmed by your incredible use of symbolism to portray this story. The confusion produced by your words is so reflective of how Bette must be feeling. Please, please continue…

    3. Oh man! What a twist. It’s brilliant I just wander how this is all going to come together. Great update! Can’t wait to read more :) Thank you!

    4. Hey mshornygettingdirty (Hmmmm, I wonder what inspired that screen name .. my imagaination runneth over…Hmmm) Your story is interesting. What a twist. I hate the idea of Bette (or anyone else) being the victim of rape… but it does enhance the drama of this tale. I can see how writing a speech would be difficult with this story dominating your creative consciousness. Hey I’m not complaining. Thanks for writing. PPS.

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