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    I couldn’t even bring myself to humor him in all of his anger. I was too upset that he had found us, so I just rested my head on the back of the seat and let out another sigh as he continued harassing me. Then when I thought of all Bette was risking to follow us, and her protection over Angelica, I couldn’t help but smile. When I felt the car come to its next stop, he was reaching back before I knew what was happening. He was mumbling about how I had no reason to smile, and the usual slur of insults as he pulled me in by my shirt. I brought both of my arms up as he slapped me hard across the face. I cried out, but he didn’t care. Sometimes I swear it fuelled on his rage, but he needed to sit back in his seat to drive. That was when the honking registered. Bette was honking behind us – the light had turned green. That was a nice enough excuse for her rage, she must have figured.

    I pushed myself to the car door to be out of his range, and thought about escaping at the next red light. Why hadn’t I thought of that before, I wondered. I breathed deeply. We didn’t hit another, as luck would have it.

    Just as we were coming around another corner, I heard the sirens of the police, and a calm wave rushed over me. Maybe he wouldn’t hurt me after all. They took some time to block off the road properly to stop his vehicle, and in that time, he turned back to me. "I’m gonna fucking kill you for this." He had a look I’ll never forget. He wanted – actually desired – to kill me.

    I was frozen there in the seat for what seemed like an eternity before he was pulled out, and consequently, so was I.

    As he was handcuffed and dragged to a police car to be questioned, one of the officers actually had to offer me support because I was so shaky I couldn’t stand. I was humiliated that he could do this to me in only a matter of minutes.

    I was already crying when I felt a familiar touch, and instinctively whispered “Bette.” It was her, and she took over by offering me the support I needed while Angelica cried with me. Somehow I found the strength to lift my daughter into my arms, and hold her to me. Something about having her close allowed my body to stop its trembling for even a short while. I reassured her, and told her that everything would be okay.

    Comments

    1. This story is beautiful!! Totally different from your other stories. You really showing how talented you are as a writer. You do have a good range in writing. I am honored to have the opportunity to read your stories. Thank you!! Pls continue writing!! :D

    2. ughhhh I LOVE this story! Lol I need more now, it’s like a drug. You know I love all of your stories but this one is one of my favorites if not my most favorite. I hate your internet connection -_- lol you can use mine! :D PPVVVVVVVS like now? lol thanks!

    3. This story is great and beautifully written. You describe everything so clearly, that it feels as if you were standing right there, with them. Excellent!!!

    4. That was wonderful and awesome, glad they put that baster in jail and hope he will be gona forever. Bette and Tina need to talk and tell each other how they feel. Please post more, thanks!

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