Pretty pathetic if you ask me, oh and you didn’t, but I’m going to tell you any way.  You are a pathetic fool Bette Porter, you took it all and threw it away.  Tossed it in the trash and didn’t look back, did you?  No, you rushed into the arms of your new lover, the one that put you to the curb.  The cold harsh voice of Tina said, and Bette looked at the end of the couch to see her sitting there.  It was a younger version of Tina, and Bette didn’t know why it was the same younger apparition that kept appearing. 

            “I loved you, I still love you.”  She said to the apparition at the end of the couch, she had been ‘seeing’ Tina for a week now.  It was The Haunting of Bette Porter she thought ruefully.  She looked at ‘Tina‘ and the imagine was sharp and crisp.  Bette sighed as she heard the voice starting up again in her head.

            You don’t ***** someone you love over Bette.  You cherish them, you love them, and you hold them dear.  You don’t go off and ***** the first ***** ***** you meet. 

            Bette sighed softly and she lay back down on the couch staring at Tina as she wavered out of existence, leaving her along again.

            How had she come to this, a shadow of the strong woman she’d been, and now she was a weak, drunken, angry ***** that was alone. 

            Alone.  All.  Alone.

***** 

            “It’s SIX AM!”  Shane yelled as Alice and Dana pulled the blankets off her.  Shane sat up grabbing the sheet and pulling it over her head and yelling NO! In a child like voice that had Dana in a fit of giggles.  Dana and Alice looked at one another, nodding their heads and each grabbing an ankle, pulling hard, she landed with a resounding thud on the floor. 

            “***** you!”  Shane said taking a pillow and throwing it at Alice, who laughed and ducked.  The pillow flew over her shoulder and popped Dana in the face.  Dana shook off the blow and said softly.