Labyrinth of Emotions – 02.16 – Regret

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            “Did you hear that?” Tim asked and they got up and heard Dana yelling bloody murder, Tim broke into a run, and as he ran through the kitchen, he saw the other women running up the stairs. Jenny rushed passed them, heading down the stairs, and Carmen hot on her heels, crying out her name repeatedly.

            Tim almost stopped to go back after Jenny, but then he heard more yelling from the upstairs and thought that he might be needed up there. Jenny was just going to have to learn to deal with things on her own.

            “I’m gonna fucking kill you Sam! How could you? You fucking bitch!” Dana was yelling, and they all rushed to the room, jamming in through the door to feast their eyes on Dana on top of Sam, slamming a clenched fist into her cheek.

            Sam bucked her off tossing her to the side, her red blood spilling into the pale pink paint that they were rolling around in. Sam tried to stand, but slammed into Alice, who was yelling at Dana to stop. Sam‘s hands slipped in the paint, and she went tumbling back to the floor, shaking her head as if trying to focus.

            Everyone was too stupefied at what was going on to do anything, at least not yet. Bette felt Alex‘s hand on her shoulder as she moved into the room. Tim and Vanessa were standing way back in the crowd, knowing that they were outsiders. Kit and Ivan were opened mouthed at the antics, and Shane had her arms crossed.

            “Protecting your other lover Alice.” Dana said sarcastically as she yelled at Dana and Sam hand sprung back to her feet in a fit of grace. She then rushed Dana, grabbing her at her mid rift and tackling her against the wall. The hard smash into the wall echoing into the room. Dana let out a rain of fists falling on Sam as Sam held her to the wall.

            “Ok, enough!” Alex yelled, running through the paint and yanking Sam off Dana, but not before Dana got one hard slam of a blow across Sam‘s eye. Splitting her eyebrow wide open, gushing blood as the tomboy doctor felt herself being slammed into the wall. Dana was about to go in for round 3 when she felt Rosita’s strong hands grabbing at her, tossing her to the ground.

            “Get down and stay down.” Rosita said, her dark sultry glare making Dana calm down just a bit. Rosita made for an imposing figure, dressed in camouflage pants, and a black wife beater. She pointed a finger at Dana, who decided that she shouldn’t get on the woman’s bad side.

            “What the fuck is going on?” Tina asked over the din, and everyone started talking at once, Bette looked at Tina, who shrugged and Kit put her fingers to her mouth, letting out an ear piercing shrilling whistle. Ivan closed his eyes and winced at the high pitched whistle.

            “Hold up!” Kit said, and she pointed to Alice, who seemed to be the coolest head in the room, “Alice. What is going on? Nice and easy now.” Kit said, and Ivan put a soothing hand onto her shoulder, and Kit kissed it, making Bette groan at the sign of affection. She and her sister were so going to have a talk about this.

            “We were arguing, and I was/am angry at Dana for fucking Lara.” Lara shot a glare at Alice, and then went to Sam, who was trying to wipe off some of the hideous pink paint, that was mixing with her bright crimson blood.

            Lara put a hand on her shoulder and Sam didn’t move, she just kept wiping herself. Alice continued. “Then I told Dana I fucked Sam.” Sam groaned at the use of the word, and Dana stood up, and Ro threatened her with a roller.

            “Down!” Ro said her voice leaving no guessing involved as to what she could do with the roller. Dana sat back down, feeling the paint seeping into her jeans, and feeling the squishy liquid moving into places that paint just shouldn’t go.

            “You and Sam?” Tina asked, and Tim put an arm around Vanessa, now he understood what people meant when they said ‘Dyke Drama’. Vanessa put an arm around his waist, and kissed his cheek while on tip toes.

            “Look! I had just seen Dana fingering the hell out of the chef!” Alice shot out in her own defense. She honestly didn’t know how it had happened, but she and Sam‘d had sex, and it was an earth shattering experience, one that she hadn’t minded. Nor wouldn’t mind repeating, but right now she was going too concentrated on getting this sorted out.

            “I am in the room you know?” Lara said her voice filled with as much anger as she could muster, and Alice wagged a finger at her.

            “You best hush cuz I can open up a can of whoop ass on you as well….” Alice threatened and Lara gave her a steely glare.

            “Ok man, Al fucking chill out. Dude, you guys need to talk this out, no more WWF’ing Dana.” Shane said, extending a hand to Dana, who got up and Shane made a face because of the paint on her hands now. She wiped it off on the single clean spot on Dana, her ass. Dana gave her a wicked look, and Shane simply shrugged, reminding herself to ask Dana just how many butt crunches the woman did a day to get an ass like that.

            “You.” Bette said, pointing to Sam, and Sam gave her a look, and Bette tossed it off. “In the other room, bring the woman you are SUPPOSED to be fucking with you, go Lara.” Bette said, and Sam walked towards the door, pulling off her shirt and throwing it at Alice. Bette saw the scar that she bore, and the sight sent a cold shiver up her spine. Sam walked out with just her bra and Lara shrugged sheepishly as they went into the other room.

            “And you two! Clean this room up, and at the same time, talk!” Tina said, ordering everyone out of the room.

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            Bette walked out of the room, and Alex was at her side, as if she knew. She slipped a hand around her waist, and Bette kissed her cheek. She steeled herself, fear thumping in her chest as she walked out of the room.

            “You saw huh?” Alex said softly and Bette nodded, feeling the shaking starting. She was ok, breath. She wasn’t Crystal; she just had her heart, nothing more and nothing less.

            “Yeah, I saw.” A shiver ran up her spine again, and Bette collected herself. When was she going to start feeling like herself again? When were the nightmares going to stop?

            “Baby sister?” Kit said behind her, and Bette turned to look at Kit. There was something on Kit‘s mind; she could see it brewing in her dark eyes.

            “We got to talk.” Kit announced, and Alex watched as Sam and Lara went into a bathroom, she could see the scar, the one that had opened up Sam‘s chest and inserted a heart of a killer.

            “What’s wrong Kit?” Bette asked and Kit cleared her throat, she’d been trying to get Bette alone, but it seemed hopeless.