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Oasis Part 9
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Since that day Helena has worn that ring, and whenever she played with it it meant she was hurt; lost. It meant she was trying to figure out the best cause of action to take. I would usually sit beside her, close enough so we were bumping shoulders when she was in this mood. Today, I don’t think it’d be as welcomed as it usually would.
“You have nothing to say? No explanation?” She asked, calmly as if she was distanced from the situation. Swinging around, she dropped her hand and grasps mine, squeezing firmly. “No reason for running off to take photographs weeks after you recovered from pneumonia? For not waiting a fucking day for me to come home!!!” Springing from her seat, she walked to the door, turning her back on me while she spoke.
“You were afraid. Well, I am afraid.” She emphasised, slapping her hand against the glass of the door. “Don’t you have anything to say for yourself.” Dropping her head onto the window, I could see the fogging from where she was breathing. It reminded me of the cold winter days we had spent in New Zealand near a decade ago.
Of times where we weren’t yelling at each other.
“I’m sorry,” I answered, know that I should get up and hold her. Show her a moment of compassion for the pain I have caused, but I was feeling shaky and I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me up right now.
Turning to me, she regarded me for a moment before speaking. “What are you sorry for?” She threw out, pulling her long dark brown hair into a pony tail, and then letting it go. I wasn’t sure when she picked up that habit, but she did it around her mother a lot.
I was puzzled, and it must have shown because she quietly waited for my response. “Because I hurt you?” I asked, completely lost. Did she think I had more reasons to be sorry?
Turning on her heal, she marched from the room. “Fuck.” I whispered. I let my head fall into my hands. What the hell just happened?
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Unceremoniously I was woken by a pillow being thrown at my head, “fuck you.” I screamed, throwing the pillow across the room, knocking a lamp to the ground and causing the globe to shatter.
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Helena rates No one is this for me{ Rachael Shelley can rate any where with me} She and the rest are Bettes family and the love that they show her. Bette is very lucky. How lucky,when she mets Tina on Momday her whole world will change. for the good I hope. thanks so much for posting
I didn’t get a chance to comment before you posted again, so here I am quickly this time! I really like the relationship between Bette and Helena. Very close and loving. I still don’t understand the others, why they have such an opinion on what Bette does. Being caring friends is all well and good, but there is caring, and then there is trying to control someone else’s life, and no one, not the friends and not Kit, has the right to do that. Now, in regard to this checkup, what would it show that the checkup and tests she had earlier, when she had pneumonia, didn’t show?
Hi, sweet Deean! What an spectacular update! Now we know a bit more about the deep friendship that exists between Bette and Helena. Indeed they are more like family. Apparently, Helena knows Bette MORE than B herself. Hahaha As for the gathering at the Planet, it will be the chance to rekindle with all her friends. Alice was a hoot. Dana, always shy, but cute and Shane, honest as usual. It is a truly heartfelt reunion that Bette needs at this particular difficult time of her life. Can’t wait for your next post. No shout outs needed. Your writing is the BEST treat. PPS Hugs & kisses on both your cheeks.- Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick)
Hello My Most Beautiful Dee… “The essence of true friendship is to make allowances for another’s little lapses.”- David Storey; I think this best describes the love that exists between both Helena and Bette is has a purity and a delicate nature to it… but it is stern and full of history so it is easy to understand one being hurt by being left out in the cold so to speak… I am so happy that Helena has taken the bull by the horn and is forcing this check up… if for no other reason then to set my heart at ease if Bette is all well… Bette and Helena playing dress up was so cute… “My god, I am 3 years old’ that is so freaking cute and the warm and caviler welcome that they offer her is a sure sign of a family coming together in support of those they love… the back story between Bette and Nanna Lynne brought back so many memories from my own past… I sit her caressing my grandmothers gold Cross which was the only thing besides her old Lemonade container that I took upon her passing which I will celebrate the 3rd anniversary of tomorrow… yay… I love celebrating life and immersing myself in these memories that you have so passionately evoked with your words… love and hugs, Always and Forever, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels and ever loving Cuzzie to the ever talented Eunichick)
Thanks for the update. This one was different but very needed. I, too, think there is something medical that needs to be discovered about Bette and she is too scared to go to the doctor to find out what it is and I guess I would be also.The thing about the grmother, Nanna Lynne made me think of my grmother also. A very touching part of the story. Thanks for posting. PPS
Thanks for the update. This one was different but very needed. I, too, think there is something medical that needs to be discovered about Bette and she is too scared to go to the doctor to find out what it is and I guess I would be also.The thing about the grmother, Nanna Lynne made me think of my grmother also. A very touching part of the story. Thanks for posting. PPS
I am so glad that Helena confronted Bette. That is true friendship. I can’t wait for more…pps
how i love your stories! thanks for the updates. I’m glad to be part of Bette’s mind. I’m so intrigued by her yet as a reader I’m privy to her thoughts. Strange and lovely dichotomy. Love it
Such an emotional chapter and what a beautiful friendship between Bette and Helena. I’m saddened by Bette’s feelings of inadequacy and her apparent lack of feeling loved. Her memory that no one had so gracefully told her that she was family was heartbreaking. I’m not understanding the constant digs and lack of support from her friends, though. Glad to read that you’re working on your other story. Look forward to the next chapters.