Finally Bette exited the vehicle. At first her movements were slow. She had a brief moment of sanity where she thought of speaking of insurance and no injuries aside from a throbbing temple. However, the sanity might have only been in her head. The turmoil of her thoughts compound by her now throbbing temple and this screaming little man caused her to go into an uncontrollable rage. She grabbed the man his shirt collar screaming back at him, “What makes you think I’m not already sorry. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I’M NOT ALREDY SORRY!” She lifted the man off the ground with ease from the adrenaline rush and pushed him unceremoniously into her now totaled car.

An onlooker of this scene had called a ambulance and the police. Bette began to cry or maybe she was already crying as the sirens grew louder. She was beginning to crumple with the weight of her life crashing down around her. She was determined to hold it together as she spoke to the police telling them she simply lost control of her vehicle.

After speaking to the police she was instructed to get check by the emergency crew on scene. They were concerned about her the injury to her head trying without success to convince her to go to the hospital. Bette being the determined individual she is assured them she was fine and adamantly refused.

The medic grudgingly allowed her to leave his care with warnings, “Ms. Porter you took a pretty good hit to your head not to mention shock. If you don’t go to the hospital you should have someone with you tonight just in case. You may have a concussion which could lead to serious consequences if left untreated.”  

“I assure you I’m fine. My head doesn’t even head. I don’t feel dizzy or nauseous. I just want to end this conversation and go home. Please just let me go home.” With these last words Bette felt her resolve slipping but was bound and determined to get through this without having an emotional break down in front of all these people as witnesses. The ambulance waited but the only ride she would accept was one that took her home.

One of the officers helped her into the back of the police car for the ride to the house. Bette’s car would have to be towed and appraised. It was likely she would be without her own transportation for a long while. She wasn’t worried because she didn’t care about the car, she didn’t care about the screaming little man, and she didn’t care that if she went to sleep tonight she might not wake up. ‘At least that would be the end,’ she thought. She was so deep in thought she didn’t even notice the car pull up in front of the house. “Here we are Ms. Porter,” the officer told her.

“What?” She said without thinking. Then she looked over and realized they had arrived. “Ohthank you officer for the ride.” Bette got out of the car quickly. As she stood up the edges of her world went dark. She put her hand to her head and made no more movement. “Are you sure you’re alright?” the officer asked with concern in his voice. Bette shook herself answering, “Yes, I’m fine just getting a little tired. It’s been a long day with everything that happened. Thank you again for the ride.” Without another moments hesitation she walked to the house.

As she entered the house an overwhelming tiredness overtook her. Her head was now pounding beyond anything she has previously experienced. She wanted to sleep. Maybe sleeping through the rest of this day would improve it and then subsequently lead into a brighter tomorrow. ‘Yes,’ she thought ‘I will sleep until tomorrow.’ Before heading to the bedroom she push the button of the flashing answering machine to hear Tina’s voice saying, “Bette, it’s me. I want to come by the house later and pick up a few more of my things. I would really appreciate it if you weren’t there.” There was a strained silence as if Tina were battling with words she wanted to say out loud but all that came was a hesitant, “Well, that’s it” BEEP!

That was the finally straw Bette broke with the sound of Tina’s voice and the words she spoke. A flood of hot, salty tears flowed down Bette’s face stinging her eyes and cheeks. Her body, the automatic pilot once again in control, headed toward the bedroom to be where Tina’s presence is strongest. Bette’s world was literally spinning seemingly out of control. The room moved in her vision. As reached the unmade bed her knees buckled and she fell unconscious onto the bed.