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Run (2)
During one of my semi-slumbers, Angelica woke up the next morning. I must have inhaled some energy, because I got up with ease, and walked out into the hallway. Angelica wanted to go say good morning to her new friend, but I told her that Bette might need some sleep because she was up so late last night.
We went into the kitchen, and I was grateful that there was cereal – something healthy for my daughter. I had a bowl myself, and quickly tidied up after ourselves while Angelica played.
"When did you get up?" Bette asked, and the adorable look of fatigue on her face made me want to laugh, but I didn’t want her to think I was making fun, so I only smiled.
"She’s always up early," I answered, gesturing over to Angelica. "I really hope we didn’t wake you."
"No, I’m a deep sleeper." Bette looked into the kitchen after rubbing her eyes once more. "Don’t you two want something to eat?"
I smiled again at her assumption that there would be dishes left behind. "Yes, we already did. I just cleaned up after us."
"Oh," Bette seemed a little surprised, and I smiled again. "Well … thanks."
I got up from the couch and walked over to Bette. "Hey … umm, if we’re gonna be crashing here for a little while, I’d really appreciate pulling my own weight. Maybe if I could tidy up around here while you’re gone at work. If you need me to run any errands …"
She had a kind of a smirk after hearing that, and I wanted to laugh again at what she must be thinking of me. This all sounded so … I don’t even have a name for it. I did sound desperate, but I also didn’t care. This was the best place I could think of staying, and especially because no one we knew would know Bette – no one could lead him here.
"That’s really not necessary," she said kindly, interrupting my thoughts with a smile. Maybe all of this was too weird because she was a lesbian: like I wanted to be her 50s housewife. I really wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but I knew it would ease some of this guilt to be able to lend a helping hand.
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(53 votes, average: 3.98 out of 5)
I can’t even…sigh. I love this, I really do – and the fact that I feel this tightness in my chest, an incredible sadness for Tina, yet hopefuless when I think of what she and Bette can and will share….it’s a credit to your amazing writing. This comment doesn’t make sense. I know that…but it’s beacause I am overwhelmed by your words. Looking forward to the next post!
I`m with scaf.Simply beautiful.Thank you.
Wow!!!! Amazing.
This is so good! Can’t wait for the next post. Thank you!
I’ve just read both chapters and love this story. I read each page with bated breath. Your versatility to write about taboo topics whether it’s physical abuse to bondage and domination is just amazing. You develop each story with such attention to character detail that it always leaves me wanting more.
wow….just wowwwwwwwwwww
Wonderful!And very accurate.
So beautifully written, it really feels like we’re taking this journey with them. I’m not usually a fan of POVs but you write so perfectly that I can’t help but love your story
Well done GR, this is beautifully written, and you’re are handling a sensitive subject with great compassion. Thanks for sharing… pps!
This story is amazing, simply amazing. WOW! I can’t wait for the next chapter. Thank you for sharing your amazing talent with us.
I love you GR!
What a wonderful story and an amazing chapter. Thank you.
This is beautiful and amazing, love this story and love the way Bette with Tina and Angie. Please post more, thanks!
I love this story. Even though you’re writing it from Tina’s POV you let us know what Bette is thinking and feeling too. It’s amazing how you do that.Tina couldn’t have found a better place to hide and yet I find myself worrying that he’s going to find her somehow. I think at some point when she’s strong enough she needs to confront him and put an end to her fear. I’m sure Bette would support her through that.