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    “Stacy!” Bette shouted from the living room

     

    “It’s Sylvia!”

     

    “Sorry…Sylvia, where’s my car?”

     

    “I dunno, we took a cab”

     

    “Fuck” Bette said

     

    “Thanks for a lovely night, I’ll call you” Bette shouted

     

    “Fuck, no more shouting, no more shouting” Bette said holding her head as she walked towards the door.

     

    Bette opened the door and walked out the sun hitting her In the face, headache growing stronger.

     

    She pulled out her cell phone and called Shane.

     

    15 minutes later Shane drove up to the park where Bette was sitting on a bench wearing her sunglasses, as beautiful as Bette was she looked like shit, Shane thought.

     

    Shane got out of the car and walked over to her friend who was wearing $500 designer shoes, designer sweater and pants, and Prada sunglasses, she looked out of place here.

     

    “Who was it this time” Shane asked as she sat down next to Bette

     

    Bette shrugged her shoulders.

     

    “Stacy, Sylvia, I don’t know”

     

    “Where’s your car this time?”

     

    ‘I don’t know, maybe at Hit?”

     

    “Can you stand up?” Shane asked

     

    Bette nodded

     

    They walked over to Shane’s truck, Shane opened the door for her friend, Shane was probably the only friend Bette had left.

     

    Shane got into her truck and started it up.

     

    “Here” Shane handed Bette a bottle of water and some painkillers.

     

    They drove in silence for a while Bette resting her head against the window.

     

    “What happened this time?”

     

    Shane saw Bette shrug her shoulders

     

    “So how long are you going to continue to punish yourself?” Shane asked

     

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Bette softly said

     

    “Ok different question, how long are you going to try and fuck up everything you’ve work so hard for?”

     

    “Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about” Bette said

     

     Shane took out her phone and dialed Kit’s number.

     

    “Hello”

     

    “Hey Kit it’s me”

     

    “I just picked up Bette”

     

    “Listen she’s not doing to good hangover from hell as far as I can tell. I’m going to take her home, I’ll stay with her for a while make sure she’s ok, is her car there?”

    Comments

    1. wtf!!! u have to fix this. Bette is a freaking mess. I know u will do right by our girls. I have a feeling we’ll have to endure hurricane Helena first though huh? lol pps

    2. Looks like we have to contend with Helena on the road back to Bette for Tina. A lot of unanswered questions that I can’t wait for you to answer. Thanks for the double post. PPS

    3. Have I been in another world and missed Bette leaving her husband, don’t remember reading that. And why the hell hasn’t any of her “friends” or Kit told Tina that she was no longer married and with that man. Explanations needed. Thanks for posting. I agree with you, posting has been dismal.

    4. Oh man what has happened to Bette? She’s in a such a mess and then there’s Helena… oh man! Excellent story and can’t wait to see what happens.

    5. No Helena please, Bette needs Tina.Please Tina come to Bette rescue. What happened to the baby?? OMG what is happening to you Bette? Heartbreaking.

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