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Music Is My Savior
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A gentle knocking on the front door jolted Bette out of her half asleep state. She immediately swung her legs over the edge of the couch and ran for the door. She turned the knob and pulled the door hard, her chest beating rapidly with fear and anticipation as to who was on the other side.
Tasha stood in the doorway dressed in a raincoat version of her police uniform and was greeted with a disappointed expression on Bette’s face. The porch was dimly lit and droplets of water were rapidly falling from Tasha’s cap but Bette could easily make out the grim expression on her friend’s face. It made her blood run cold, something was wrong.
Bette gripped the door frame tightly, her chest beating so fast it hurt and her stomach felt like it had been punched. It felt like a lifetime as Bette and Tasha stood in their respective places but in reality it was only a second. Time seemed to be standing still and everything felt so unreal that Bette could barely believe she was there in that moment.
"Where is she?" Her voice cracked as she spoke, her throat burned and her eyes welled with tears.
It was impossible to explain how Bette knew which question to ask but she did. Whether it was the connection she shared with Tina or the look on Tasha’s face, Bette felt it in the pit of her stomach. Something was definitely wrong.
The thought alone made it hard to stand, Bette’s head had begun to spin.
"Bette . . maybe you should sit down"
Tasha’s faint attempt to reach out to Bette was halted when the brunette moved her hand away from her saddened friend. She could feel the panic rushing through her body, her head becoming lighter and her body heavier.
Tears burned her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, "Just tell me"
"Bette . ."
"Where’s Tina?!"
Tasha sighed deeply as her own eyes filled with tears and right there, Bette felt like her life was over. She didn’t have to be told, she already knew the answer.
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Oh my God, you’re back!! I almost thought you had forgotten about me lol but I couldn’t have asked to read a better story. It’s so amazing Liah, I loved every page. I literally squealed when I saw 12 pages. I’m really hooked to your stories so I get excited when I see so much of your writing.You’re my hero, thank you so much for writing this story. If I have another song in mind I’ll let you know (: So glad you’re feeling better, gonna go read your other story now lol
So glad you’re back! I have to say, I’ve read all of your stories. Love your style. Love your writing. And this one gave me shivers, tingles, smiles…everything! Thank you for posting!
My god that was heartbreaking! Had to skip to the end to the end to make sure it had a happy ending, which luckily it did :) Love your stories, looking forward to more. Thanks :)
Beautiful story.Thanks so much for posting.
Loved it you are great as always
Thank goodness for second chances… I don’t think Bette will waste hers. This installment put me through the wringer, Liah, but I’m happy to see you back. Thank you! :)
Geez, louise you scared the pants off me. I thought our beautiful girl was gone. So happy she is alright. Is this a shot story, if so I sincerely wish there was more. It was a great story and I would like to see if Bette drops the ball or lives up to her promises. She so often makes big bold promises but when the crisis has passed, so do her promises go by the wayside. Great story. Thanks.
That was simply amazing and I have so missed your writing. Thank you for this story. Loved every word.
Wonderful story, loved it
Soooo glad you are back.Great story,thank you for the happy end.PPS
That was so good and love it
Loved it!!!!!
Wow im speechless…this was heartbreaking and scary for a moment,but im happy it always turn out good for tibette..tomorrow isn’t promise so you gotta live for today
Dear, dear talented author… The more I read your stories, the more I love your so sensitive way to gave so much life and love to our beloved two… But this chapter is truly special, for me, and brang a lot of tears in my eyes… It so deeply touched me, really it did, and I find it truly difficult to explain how much with just words… Thank you a lot for such a magnificent work, I wish you all the best !! Gratefully – A.