*** A Couple of days/nights later***
Knock, Knock, Knock!!!
The bottle of Rum dropped on the floor. Bette reluctantly awoke to the sounds of somebody almost ramming down her front door.
“Bette get up!! It’s Kit.”
She shuffled to the door, holding her head, trying to think of what happened last night and why she felt like *****.
She opened the door to see Kits angry face. “Now what in the ***** are you doing baby girl?” Kits voice was loud and force full. She barged her way in the house.
“Kit can you keep your voice down I have a head ache.” Bette Whispered.
“Yeah and I know why you do.” Kit picked up the bottle of Rum of the lounge room floor. She stared at it, almost like she was re-acquainting herself with an old friend. Then stared at it with cold eyes.
She pushed the bottle under Bette’s nose “you think this is going to help you get over Tina? You think that this is the best way to silence the pain? What is wrong with you?” Her voice increased in loudness with every new question.
She put the bottle on the coffee table and grabbed Bette’s arm and dragged her to the bathroom. She turned the shower on full bore cold and threw Bette in there fully clothed.
A shrill scream came from Bette’s lips as the cold liquid pored down on her.
“Do you think that youre the only one hurting? Do you think this would be easy for Tina? Bette stop doing this to yourself and start picking you life up again!!” Kit finally turned off the shower, pulled Bette out and sat her on the side of the bathtub. She wrapped a towel round her baby sister.
“Baby girl why are you doing this to yourself? You know this isn’t the way to solve anything……Look at how I used to be….Do you want to turn out like that?”
Bette started to shake and Kit knew that she was crying. She knelt on the tiled floor and hugged her drenched sister. ” I want whats best for you and right now and whats best for you is rest……Not alcohol. You need to seek some professional help baby girl. I’m worried about you.” Kits voice was soft yet domineering. She loved her baby sister and didn’t want to see her go down the same road as she did.
“Now come on, lets get you out of these wet clothes and see who we can call.” Kit helped her sister up and walked her to the bedroom; She changed Bette and then brought her out into the lounge room.
Kit looked into her sisters eyes………Her soul was there, yet it was fragile and in some places cold…Many of her ‘happy’ habits had died with the leaving of Tina. All that was left was a shell of a body that used to be filled with a soul and a heart.
Kit handed her the phone. “Do you want to call them or should I?”
Bette took the phone, and dialed the number she knew, so she could get some help.
“Hello, This is Bette Porter……Yes……..I was wondering if I could make an appointment?…….Tomorrow……at 12:15….yes that would be great…..Ok then….. Thank you very much…alrighty then…..bubye.” Bette hung up the phone and put it onto the coffee table, next to the bottle. Her eyes were filled with hurt and despair. She turned and took Kits hand in hers. “Thank you…..You have opened my eyes and I want to get better……I need to get a hold of my life again and I promise to you that I will try as hard as I can to make this work.” she let go of Kits hand and grabbed the bottle off the coffee table and walked into the kitchen……She stared at the bottle for a minute……Studying it…….Looking for some truth in it….But there was nothing……And deep down inside she knew that…….She went to the sink and poured the rest of its contents down the drain. Then proceeded to opened the cupboard and threw the bottle in the bin. A small smile was present on Bette’s face. She knew in heart that she had already taken the first step to getting better….With the help of her sister she will win Tina back…..It will be a tough road…but at that moment Bette was going to try anything to get her back……….Even the harsh truth………..