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    Run (2)

    Instead, she joked with me that she was her own boss and it was alright, and stayed with me until I could get on my own two feet again. I can’t believe how much I cried, as I am not usually one to be so affected. Even when he beat me, I hardly ever cried; it was just depressing. But here, as I cried on her floor. I just couldn’t hold it in – like I was letting out the sadness that had been building for years.

    It only relented when Angelica squeezed her way into my arms, and I could hold her. I couldn’t ignore her curious questions.

    "Are you okay, Mommy? Do you hurt?" Or her simplistic explanations to Bette. "Mommy is sad."

    I held her so tightly to me, hearing Bette answer to my little girl. "Yes, your Mommy’s sad, but she’ll be okay." It was so incredible that she could comfort Angelica in some way. I wiped my face with my hand to dry the tears, and looked down to my girl.

    "Mommy’s okay, hunny. Thank you."

    Angelica ran off in her usual, adorably oblivious nature, and I felt weaker than ever.

    "She’s a wonderful girl," Bette said, putting one hand on my lower back to soothe me. And although I felt that same strange sensation creep over me, I had to admit that it felt nice to have someone care so deeply over my predicament. I exhaled as I nodded, and for reasons I can’t explain, I hugged her. Especially given my mental state the way it was, I didn’t want anybody close to me, but I hugged her with all of my heart. It was one of those hugs that are so complete, it makes you feel warm all through your body. And even with the bruising of my abdomen, when she hugged me back, it brought more relief than any amount of pain.

    It calmed me down completely, until we were just two women hugging in her hallway. I felt at peace.

    "Tina …" I took her voice to mean that she was uncomfortable, and maybe I had held her for too long, but of course, she hadn’t meant that. I had no idea. I just pulled back and put my head in the palm of my hand.

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    1. 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!

    2. 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.

    3. 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

    4. 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.

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