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    Life: Altered 03.05 ~*~ Hide

                This isn’t about Tina, is
    it
    Bette?  It is about
    you, and what you want in your life, finally embracing whom you really, truly
    are. 
    The soft soothing voice
    said to her in her mind, and she pushed it away, what did it know?

                Knows more then you think sugah. 
    The voice said taking on the southern twang of an unknown, Bette
    turned onto her stomach, pushing her face into the pillow, trying to block out
    the voice that was obviously in her head.

                Do ya think it’s all a coincidence that ya ended up ‘ere in bed wit a
    black woman?  Ah, don’t think so sugah,
    yous gots to get a grip and look in the mirror to find yaself. 
    Bette
    yanked the blanket up over her head, trying to block out the voice.  Candace
    stirred, but didn’t wake.  Bette
    didn’t think that much of anything could wake the woman at this moment.

                Look in da mirror.  Bette
    gave up, she quickly got out of bed, not caring if she awoke Candace,
    she went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door.  She stood in front of the mirror, both hands
    on each side of the sink, holding herself steady.  She couldn’t do it she just couldn’t face
    herself.

                She wasn’t going to look there
    was no way.  She was the same women she’d
    been five months ago, the same woman who’d gallantly taken Tina
    into her arms and kissed her.  The same
    woman who loved her father like no other daughter on earth.  The same woman…

                Yous gots to see.  The
    voice insisted, and Bette looked up, tears
    streaming own her face as she met her own eyes, a cast shadow of her former
    self.  These were no longer the same eyes
    that loved Tina Kennard
    selflessly; these were the eyes of a women torn.

                Is this the woman you always ventured to be darlin’?  Ah don’t think so, hows about you figure out
    why you always wanted that reflection to be something wholly different from
    what it really is… 
    The
    voice sang to her, Bette struggled to figure out
    whose voice that was, who was that? 

                “Shut up, shut up.  I…”  Bette
    began to talk aloud, Candace had raised the
    question of WHY she’d only dated women who were white and blonde, and light
    skinned. 

                Why?  Because she just happened to fall for them?
    Why? Because they were what she was looking for at that moment and time.

    Comments

    1. “Expect the unexpected & then expect something different.” So that means you will get rid of Candyass but then maybe you won’t but you will? I’ve read enough of your stories before to know that there will be a very, very long ride with very, very little predictability. I can only imagine what you are going to come up with to explain how Tonya knows Quinn. Looking forward to the next post, I think.

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