Sarah looked up at her mother, a rather desperate expression on her face. One could see she was in an
inner struggle.

"You won’t get into any trouble, baby." Tina assured her, "Just tell her where your sister is."

Sarah sighed deeply. "She went to go to the party, I promised I wouldn’t tell you guys anything…"

"I knew it!" Bette got up, looking rather furious. With a determined expression on her face she walked towards the front door, once more.

"Bette!" Tina ran after her, holding her back. "Look, don’t go over there now and make a scene, she would never forgive us…Let’s just call her on her cellphone, she can come back here all by herself and we’ll talk to
her, then." Tina looked at her wife, pleadingly.

Bette, however, had set her mind. "Tee, we can’t accept this, she didn’t listen to us, and frankly, at this point, I don’t care if she gets embarassed in front of her friends, she deserves it! And what if she’s drunk or has taken drugs or is beeing molested by some horny boys?! I just…I can’t stand the thought, okay? I need to get over there, now!"

Tina gently stroked her lover’s hair. She knew Bette was panicking. "It’s okay." Tina said, softly, "I know you’re really upset right now, so am I…just don’t be too hard on her, if she’s in a bad state. Please bring her home in one piece, okay?"

Bette’s features relaxed into a small smirk for a moment, before she kissed Tina on the mouth shortly, saying: "I’ll do my best."

"Thank you." Tina smiled, "I’ll just stay here and wait for you guys…"

Bette nodded and stepped out of the house, leaving a rather worried Tina behind.

***

When Angelica opened her eyes and looked around, she was aghast not to know how she had ended up in this room. She quickly sat up and regretted it immediately, as a searing pain shot through her head, and she was afraid she had to throw up when she felt a giant wave of nausea hitting her.

"Ugh, God…" Angelica groaned, raising a hand to her aching head.

She sat up again, this time much more cautiously, and looked around once more. Now, she recognized the
room: it was, as Angelica realized with horror, Alex’ bedroom.