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Reconciliation Part 23
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They returned home to Clarkston, a small culturally and ethnically diverse gay-friendly but filled with southern charm, suburb of Atlanta. Dylan kept herself busy with packing for her trip. She was going to spend several weeks in several East and Central African countries working with CNN reporters and investigators. She would join the workers from Doctors without Borders/Medecins San Frontiers and USAID to see what was being done about the refugee situation on several war torn countries.
Dylan met with the kids from the soccer team to tell them of her up and coming trip to their homelands. The kids spoke with some fear and trepidation of what they had seen before they escaped home and then the refugee camps. Dylan encouraged them that she would do what she would tell their amazing stories of survival, strength and unity in their new homes and new found friends. She had seen how their confidence increased by being part of the team. Yet she knew several of them still struggled in their home lives and their day to day living in their adopted homeland. As she watched them practice and took some more still and video shots of them, Chelsea came up behind her, rubbed her back seductively and said, “You are going to miss me Dylan. I know you are. You know you are.”
Dylan squirmed away from Chelsea’s touch. She huffed, “Chelsea, I will do just fine.”
Chelsea pleaded, “Dylan I just don’t understand. I feel like you are shutting me out when I haven’t done anything. I have been there for you. I have run your errands, made your appointments, pushed you to finish the project and helped you to organize your life in general. I held you when you needed it.” She stood in front of Dylan and brushed the hair behind her ear. “I even fucked you when you wanted it.”
Dylan flashed Chelsea a dirty look and begged, “Chelsea, please! All of that is over. It’s just better for me that we separate.”
“I don’t understand why we can’t just be friends. I thought our relationship was more than employee/employer, more than just an occasional fuck. I just feel like you hate me and I can’t figure out why you do. If I’ve done something wrong please tell me so I can fix it, so I can apologize. I’ve been pulling out my hair wondering what I did wrong.” Chelsea began to breakdown and with tear filled sadness in her otherwise sparkling blue eyes she sobbed, “I just feel like I’ve been there for you. It’s not my fault Helena got mad. It’s not my fault Helena hasn’t called you but I feel like I’m the one who is taking the brunt of your anger and all the blame. Please tell me why you hate me, because that’s how I feel.”
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Squirl, thanks for the Saturday chapter. I have the opportunity to hate Chelsea even more now. Ruthless and twisted – God help us all if that’s her version of love. And as for Dylan — the woman needs therapy or something. What the heck is up with her? Helena is the love of her life – no one better for her. She even thinks about her in reference to Chelsea but persists in not contacting her to mend fences. All the work in the world isn’t going to let these two forget one another…
Wow. Chelsea is seriously getting on my nerves. She’s so sneaky! The kinda girl I really love to hate. Urg. I hope Dylan see through all this and realizes that she needs to talk to Hels! (: Nice one, Squirly-Whirly, pleasure as always. Grin. Such brilliant wrting. Love it. PPS!
Just get rid of Chelsea. She keeps bring up Helena short coming.and money. Shall we do it for you are will you??? Dylan and Helena really needs to get rid of their feeling or get together and fight the fight and be together. thanks
Wow, thanks Squirl, I am honored and going to read and maybe even first. THANK YOU SO MUCH, YOU MADE MY MORNIGN
oppps that was morning Yes you made my morning and rest of the day. That was some pretty smart info Chelsea gave Dylan, but I don’t think she ment to, maybe Dylan will use that as food for though. Please get Chelsea some self esteem or give her a lollipop. Ok, I’m off to a lovely little histroical town to look at things that are to expensive to buy and east lunch someplace where they don’t give you enough food but charge you like it was black tie. Thank you & you know I will be looking forward to that update. Good day to you and the fam. Md
I don’t like while people are torturing themselves like that. Just face it and talk to each other! That’s what I would say to a friend who will be in this situation. Please make them talk, they are cute together…
Oh hell yes, she’ been there! Been there to lie, and manipulate, and control. Love may be an obsession, but it doesn’t have to be a psychosis.
Chelsea left me speechless in the last post with what she said to Helena…manipulative and desperate…I don’t know why on earth Chelsea would desire to put herself in a situation where she is not fully appreciated and she is being used as a substitute. Why torture yourself like that? I really, really would love to see them talk…time has passed, possibly a little bitterness has subsided…but Dylan is traveling so far away…how will they cross paths again….PPS!!!