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The Roommates – Fast Forward to 2019: Chapter 39
As Tina raced toward Bette’s WeHo craftsman in her SUV, only one thought sounded in her mind: “I can’t lose her”. It seemed like she hit every red light on the way and was relieved when she saw Bette’s car in the drive. She pulled her keys from her purse and raced up the front stairs. When no one answered the doorbell, she let herself inside.
Bette had to listen to her. Tina had indeed been busy. She really had been out of town. She’d been moving funds to offshore accounts and flying abroad to set up safe deposit boxes and biometric account access. But her father had summoned her home for Peggy Peabody’s annual Christmas party extravaganza. She hadn’t wanted to upset him. Tina needed to take them by surprise if she was going to pull off her plan to keep her assets and Bette.
Bette was the reason behind every move she’d made. And now Bette was slipping through her fingers. That couldn’t happen. She couldn’t lose her.
Tina closed and locked the front door behind her. She smelled the evergreen of the Christmas tree and looked around the house. She called for her girlfriend, surprised when she didn’t find her at all. The house was empty. But Tina refused to leave. There was no way she would leave without Bette hearing her out. And though she wasn’t quite sure what she would say, Tina knew she had to try.
She kicked off her shoes and curled up on what had become her side of Bette’s bed. She pulled Bette’s pillow to her, smelling her scent, willing her home. She awoke to sunlight streaming into the room and Bette’s angry timber, sounding from the doorway.
“What are you doing here?” asked Bette.
Tina blinked rapidly, working to orient herself to her surroundings. “Bette?”
The brunette repeated herself, this time with staccato. “What…are…you…doing here?”
“I needed to see you. I needed to apologize.”
Bette shook her head. “You can’t apologize for this. I meant what I said. Forget you fucking met me. I never want to see you again.”
Tina frowned and stood up, racing to Bette. “You don’t mean that. Can we talk? Please.”