“I already have a family. Bette is my family. Angie is my family. They will always be my family,” Tina yelled, "I don’t need another one!"

“Who the fuck said we were talking about Bette? Fucking dykes!” said Henry. Tina walked over to him, slapped him across the face, grabbed Angie and walked out. That was that.

It was only after she walked out of a life she thought she wanted did she realize why she had done any of it in the first place. She thought she had wanted a life of safety that only a man could provide. A life of not having to explain anything to anyone.

Except. She would always have to explain.

Angie was Bette. She looked more like Bette each and every day. She looked more like Bette’s child than hers from the beginning. From her big brown eyes that could get anything from either of her mothers to the mannerisms and confidence she displayed, even at two-and-a-half, that were so like Bette it was frightening.

It had been an hour, and Tina needed something to eat. All the tequila was now making her nauseous as it slosshed around in her empty stomach. But this wasn’t her house. Would it be wrong to go to the kitchen and rummage through the refrigerator? What if Jodi had moved everything?

She decided to take a chance.

If only she had taken a chance before. Before things got so fucked up.

As she got off of the couch and went to the kitchen, she heard laughing coming from the bedroom down the hall. She quickly grabbed a piece of bread.

Were they laughing at her? She thought as she took a bite of bread which was becoming soggy from the tears that were streaming down her face.

Is that what I am? A big joke for both of them?

I’ve got to get out of here, I can’t handle this.

Tina got up off of the couch and put on her jacket, searching for her keys.

They weren’t there. Jodi had taken them when she brought her into the house. Why did she even come back here?

“Shit,” Tina said out loud.

Without her keys, she left the house and pulled out her cell phone to call a cab. It looked perfect, almost brand new, but it was cracked. She opened it, and it split apart.

“How ironic is that? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she said as she made her way to Shane’s house.

Bette and Jodi came out of the bedroom and walked into an empty living room.

"T," Bette said as she checked the guest room thinking Tina might have wanted to lay down. It was empty as well.

“Where is she,” asked Jodi as she went into the kitchen and begun to make a pot of coffee.

Bette noticed all of Tina’s things were gone and the blanket was neatly folded on the couch.

"T?" Bette called out as she walked outside to the patio. No one was there.

Bette entered the house in a panic. Where could she have gone, she thought as she opened the front door and stepped onto the front porch, looking for Tina frantically.

As she looked toward Shane’s house, she saw the door close and figured that’s where she must have gone.

She grabbed her shoes and ran out the door as she went after Tina.

(TBC! This really is where the chapter ends. I know, I’m mean).