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    Lifeline 2

    Story written on April 15, 2005 by ThePorters.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=53245
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    Bette is gone, Tina and the girls are worn out.

    Excuse me miss? The driver was watching her eyes through the rearview mirror, watching the tears cascade like a running faucet down her cheeks. Are you alright?

    Bette nodded solemnly, turning her tear stained face away from his view.

    Tissue? He pushed a box through the thin layer of plexiglass that kept him from her. I really dont understand why a beautiful woman like yourself would be crying like this.

    It really isnt your business. Bette snapped, curling up against the door. She regretted shouting, but emotions were really getting the best of her right now. I dont want to talk about it. Not with anyone, including a complete stranger.

    Alright, I was just trying to help. He shrugged and turned back to his day job, periodically peeking into the mirror to check her emotional status. Through the 45 minute long ride, Bette might have blinked maybe once. Her eyes shone in the moonlight, reflecting nothing but sadness. By now people would have realized that she was missing. She hadnt called into work, which was something that Bette Porter wouldnt do unless it was an emergency. The one person in the whole world who might have cared at some point would never know. Tina never made an attempt to contact Bette, she never made any attempt to see Bette. She pretty much rid her life of all the menacing thoughts that Bette brought.

    Before long, the cab rolled to a stop at the edge of what appeared to be a rather run down, partially abandoned city. The only thing that really stood out against the dark backdrop was a well lit motel, the word Vacancy printed in large red letters, the neon buzzing like an everlasting heartbeat. With a soft sigh, she tossed a roll of bills at the driver, her slumped form making its way towards the entrance of the motel. Thats when her eyes forged a lock with the light given off by the glowing screen of an ATM not to far from where she stood. It would be her only chance for cash, so she withdrew her card from the depths of her purse, inserting card and pin number into the machine.

    She watched almost intently as the 20′s began to flutter out of the machine into the palm of her hand which waited for every last bill to hit the fleshy center of her hand. She gathered the small stack and was beginning to place the load into her purse when she heard a deep voice that made her body cringe with fear.

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    8. the idea of bette sleeping on a sidewalk and walking around in filthy and dirty just calls for too much suspension of disbelief. I could see her throwing herself into her work, drinking too much, putting up a nearly insurmountable emotional wall, isolating herself from loved ones even, but not this.

    9. Awesome story, I’m glad you two found time to update.
      And why do I always get stuck doing this job. I feel like im moderating these comment rants.
      Chantal, you might not be able to picture it, but if you try hard, and realize how defeated Bette is(She just got robbed for gods sake) you might understand why she’s sleeping on the ground.
      I personally enjoy the way that each of them loves each other,but in a way they’re both afraid.
      Continue please.

    10. Well well you two are back. God damn you are good. This story is comming along very well. Let´s have some more please. Post soon and keep up the god work

    11. I apologize if my comments left anyone feeling the need to “moderate” them. They were not meant to be mean spirited. I honestly meant them as constructive criticism on the story premise and nothing more. I would never discourage anyone from expressing themselves or sharing their work with others.

    12. Yeah I’m sorry, I flipped out a little bit. I write fanfiction on here and I see a lot of the critiscm and so I need to vent at some point. Sorry.

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