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    Story written on January 13, 2011 by GrindRight.
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    POV story of Tina’s escape from an abusive relationship.

    "Wow, that sounds lovely," Bette answered in the comforting way she knew.

    "Lovely," Angelica copied, almost as if the word was difficult to pronounce.

    When I turned, I saw them walking over to me, and I smiled. Then I noticed that Bette was looking at me in a particular way, and something about it rattled me. I didn’t know what was happening, but then Angelica spoke, distracting us both.

    "Mommy’s blushing!" she smiled, pointing at me. "Are you embarrassed, Mommy?"

    I chuckled for a moment and then pursed my lips as I crouched down to look into Angelica’s eyes. "No, I think Bette will love dinner. Don’t you?"

    She nodded, and soon we were all eating at the table. Bette spoke of her gratitude, and I could see that she truly did enjoy the meal. She looked very content, and also very tired. I found myself hoping she would sleep. That maybe if she could do all of this for me, I could help her too. When we were finished eating, I insisted on washing the dishes, and she did too. With Angelica excitedly out of the struggle and over toward the television again, it was a stubborn battle neither of us could win. We washed them together – she dried.

    "You know, I’m really glad you came here."

    She had spoken after quite a long period of quiet, and it pulled my attention. I looked up at her. "You are?"

    We built quite a friendship over the first week that me and Angelica stayed at her house. At night, I would listen to the quiet of each hour, and then hear her footsteps down the hall. While I wasn’t sleeping more than an hour or two at a time either, it saddened me to know the trouble she also struggled with. And for some reason, I felt that if I could just help her fall asleep, I would have helped her sufficiently. Unexplainably, I thought I might be able to help.

    One night, I had gotten up for water in the middle of the night – much later than I would usually hear her tiptoe down the hall – and I heard her voice behind me.

    "Not sleeping well?"

    I whirled around, and for a moment, there was fear in my eyes. Back with my husband, he hated my sleeplessness, and would at times become aggressive if I disturbed his sleep. And although I knew Bette was different, there was a moment before I looked in her eyes that I was actually scared I might be hurt again. My heart was pounding, but I was calmed when my eyes met the softness, the calm, of Bette’s. It wasn’t the darkness of the room that frightened me, because I’ve always loved the dark, but I thought that might be her reasoning for my strange reaction. God, I hope it was – I was ashamed to be afraid of her.

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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!

    5. 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.

    8. 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

    14. 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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