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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.

    Give me the ***** purse. A man shouted, his warm liquor ridden breath slapping the back of her neck like a gust of ocean wind. Or it could get violent.

    Jesus, She muttered, as if the world couldnt get any worse some ***** was robbing her. Why the ***** do you feel the need to rob a poor woman who clearly isnt in the mood to deal with some mentally challenged, cheap ***** of a robber.

    Shut the ***** up and give me the money. He pushed her against the brick, slamming her cheek against the cool wall. She could smell the damp mortar, and the coppery smell of her own blood. A fierce pain ricocheted through her left side, starting from the shoulder. She heard him groaning, struggling to break the purse free from her strong grasp. He shoved her again into the wall and she gave in, letting the purse fly from her arm, sending the man flying backwards into the pavement. Had she really cared, she might have kicked him while he was down, but she was far too tired to worry about it.

    It was too much, she had no money, she had nobody she knew that could help her without driving her mad about leaving. The motel seemed like heaven compared to where she would be spending the night. She let her body fall with a thud to the cement, and her head rolled back against the wall. She patted her pocket, hearing the familiar jingle of the favored orange bottle. She clung to the bottle, closing her eyes as she found sleep amongst the streetlights and twinkling stars above.

    ***
    It was just after 11pm and Tina could barely force her lids to remain open as the exhaustion tugged at them. She had been driving around all day, picking up a concerned bunch of friends on the way. Their last stop was The Planet to tell Kit about her missing sister. With both hands clutching the wheel as if it were a life preserver Tina pulled into the packed lot, carefully watching each passing person to reassure herself that Bette was really gone, that it wasnt just a wacked out idea that had found its way into her head.

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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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