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    Story written on November 13, 2008 by ashtuck.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=71624
    Author Notes:

    belena angst. slow down, before you burn away

    Bette:

     

    I could pretend if I wanted to, but my heart knows better and so does she.  I hide her from Tina, but not for the reasons you would hide a woman from your girl.  I don’t hide her because I’m being adulterous, even though that’s clearly what I am.  I hide her because Helena is that part of my life I’ve been running from.

     

    When I met her, I was a very different person.  I was in my early-20s, single, and recently out.  Not to be crude, but any woman who looked my way was a victim.  When I saw her, I knew I had to have her.  I didn’t what it was about her that intrigued me, and still does.

     

    She’s an addict, but I can’t complain about addiction.  Her vice may be drugs of choice, but my vice is her.  She tells me to jump; I’m going to say how high.  I’ve been trying to shake her, I’m always trying to shake her, but I can’t no matter how hard I try.

     

    My phone is going off my bedside.  Tina shuffles in bed.  She spent the night.  It was so cold and brutal outside, the snow coming down here on the Upper West Side.  I didn’t trust Tina’s driving or any cabbie’s driving enough to let her out.  I answer the phone softly, without looking at the caller ID.  I know who it is.

     

    Only one person would call this late.

     

    “Hello?” I whisper.


    “Bette?  It’s me.” Helena’s voice is ragged and tired.  She must be coming off her high.

     

    “Yeah.”

     

    “I need you.” She says softly, “I need to get home…”

     

    “Where are you?”

     

    “Harlem.”

     

    I wanted to question her: why was she there?  Who was she with?  But my intuition knows better, I know that I need to get her.  Some places in New York can be dangerous at night.  Harlem is one of them.

     

    “Where?”

     

    “45th and Lennox.”

     

    “I’ll be there.  Will you be safe for 20 minutes?”

     

    “Yes.  Hurry.”

     

    I don’t say goodbye.  I don’t say anything at all.  Goodbye is scary when you deal with addicts; the last thing you want to say is goodbye.

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    1. Hello My Beautiful Ash… the crashing of addiction is one of the most painful things to watch… the way it takes over the souls of those you love… and yet you still feel an unwavering need… to help… to fix them from their Fix… you have painted a portrait of both pain and love, the ugliness of life and its innate beauty… you my friend are completely amazing… oh and hehe… giggle giggle… ‘blond bimbo’ giggle giggle… love ya, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels)

    2. Ash I am amazed at this story you just started on and it’s so vivid cause I can picture it just as I am reading it, the addiction they both have is immense can they save one another that is my question. Can’t wait for more ;)

    4. Oh my gosh, Ash. I saw that one “line” and smiled to myself. If this is what inspired you, all I can say that is I cannot take any credit for your astounding talent. This story is mysterious and make me want more. Laughs. Your writing flows with a such fluidity; I am in awe, sheer awe of your talent. (: I cannot wait to see where this story is going to go. (: Helena as a drug addict is as dark as Helena as an escort. (; Really really looking forward to your next update. (: PPS! Oh yes, and giggle-giggle to the blond bimbo. (; Cough. Have we dubbed a new nickname for Tina in BeLena stories? Laughs. ((:

    5. ummmmm…I edited! I ain’t gonna say what I was gonna say about addictions. But thank you, euni, for inspiring this story…! And thank you, ash, for writing this. I’m loving it so far. Wanna see where you go! Always love your juxtaposition of beautiful words! May I expect more soon? :) puhleeze?

    7. Poor Tina…..She is so misunderstood by the Belena fans…I promise to never refer to her as a blonde bimbo in any Belena I write. She is simply a color-challenged free-loving chick…Now about the story. It is really dark. I think even darker than Helena as an escort. So this Helena would give up her drugs for the biggest drug of all, Bette’s love. Interesting indeed. Another hit please.

    8. This Bette and Helena fan isn’t misunderstanding anything. I know that I like Bette and Helena and I don’t like Tina, and her hair color has nothing to do with it. So poor Helena is an addict, eh? Who wouldn’t be addicted to Bette? Interesting twist, that it is the drugs keeping them together, in a way, though not really. I can’t wait to read more.

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