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When Bette didn’t move or respond, Tina used the chance to try to squirm around her. With surprising speed Bette put her arm out against the near wall, effectively blocking Tina’s path.
All at once, the air between them turned electric, fired up by the adrenaline rush.
Before Tina even realized what was happening, Bette trapped her against the wall with her hands resting against the wall on either side of Tina’s head. Bette’s body didn’t touch Tina’s, but it was so close that Tina couldn’t move away. The blonde froze, looking up at Bette. The glow of dim light from the nightstand lamp lit one side of Bette’s face, leaving the rest in shadows, as if she was only half there, half in this world and half in the world of darkness, as if she were the veil between. The sharp scent of alcohol and cigarettes as it sailed off Bette’s laboured breath filled Tina’s senses. When had Bette started smoking again, Tina wondered to herself with worry and sadness. She studied Bette’s lean face, the angular jaw, the tousled brown hair that was dashed with gray. A few inches taller than Tina, with a thin frame and pallor of her skin, Bette stared down at the blonde with that cold, steely stare, her expression unreadable. Her dark eyes glittered with dangerous undertones, piercing Tina’s very soul, yet they were empty pools, so lost, unclear and gone. It scared Tina to look into them now, as if there were a pit that she might fall into and not arise from.
Swallowing painfully, the blonde spoke in a half-whisper, ”You have changed so much…”
Bette showed no reaction.
”I don’t even recognize you anymore… You’ve pulled so far back…” Tina’s throat tightened with emotion and a burning sensation filled her chest as she fought not to burst into tears.
Bette remained impassive to Tina’s display of vulnerability.
Lifting her hand, Tina dared to brush back the lock of curls that had fallen across Bette’s forehead. She then paused, waiting for Bette’s reaction, but when none came, the blonde slipped her hand down to cup Bette’s gaunt cheek. The skin felt cool to the touch. ”Is this a choice, or is this what you are now? Is there anything left of the old Bette? The one I…fell in love with? The one who was always so warm and passionate and loving..?” she whispered, caressing Bette’s cheek with her thumb. ”Come back to me, baby…”
Just then Bette’s hand closed over Tina’s wrist, stopping the caressing movements Tina was making. Bette’s fingers were strong, bony and cold. Pulling Tina’s hand away from her face, Bette didn’t loosen her grip on it yet. She stared at the blonde intently, a muscle jumping in her jaw.
”I know your dirty little secret,” leaning closer, she whispered against Tina’s mouth.
Tina blinked her eyes in confusion, but still felt her heart speed up and blood rising in her face.
Bette smiled a slow, wicked smile. ”You keep lying to me… Over and over and over again… Don’t you know I always find out the truth?”
”Wh–what are you talking about?” Tina was beginning to stutter and hyperventilate.
”I know the whole truth… Every bit of it…” Bette said, her voice menacingly low. ”Don’t forget that.”
The frown deeper on her face, Tina held her breath as she watched Bette take a couple of steps back, and after giving her one last dark look, the brunette turned around and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind herself.
With her eyes wide in shock, Tina numbly sat herself down on the edge of the bed, bringing her hand to her chest while she tried to calm her rapid heartbeat. She suddenly had a sinking feeling she knew what Bette meant.