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The Starting Line: Chapter 16
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“Shane, I’m so sorry. I was with that girl, and you were leaving with that other girl and I—“
“Al, I know man, it’s OK. You had nothing to do with it. And next time we go out and each hook up, I’d still leave without you or you without me. It’s just one of those things.”
Al patted my foot, wished me well, and left. The drugs took a hold of me then, and I spent at least half of that day in the hospital asleep or being woken up by nurses on concussion duty.
The next day I was back in the guest room of Bette and Tina’s and Tina was in full Mother Hen mode. They were waking me every four hours as prescribed, I was being stuffed with chicken soup and ginger ale, and worst of all, I was being denied a much needed cigarette. I made it to about dinner time before I couldn’t stand it anymore and began the long process of trying to stand up. Between the ribs, my stitched up leg, and the spinning room, who knows how long it took to get to the dresser where my clothes were. I ruffled through the pockets and found my ciggies, but no lighter. Bastards! Was nothing sacred? Suddenly the door opened and Bette froze in the doorway, me leaning slightly on the dresser, unlit ciggie hanging from my lips. She looked like she was about to scold me, but then changed her mind and asked if I needed help out to the patio. We slowly made our way down the hallway and then even slower, lowered me into the lounge chair. She sat down on the chair next to me and I just stared out into the pool, tired after the short trip.
“Well, you’re out here, aren’t you going to light that thing?” The amusement could be heard in her voice.
“Actually, they stole my lighter. But even the fresh air is nice. I thought that room was going to swallow me up.”
Bette smiled, reached over to the side table that had a citronella candle on it, grabbed a pack of matches and lit one for me. As much as it hurt, that first deep inhalation of smoke was heaven.
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Your Shane, with one foot each in two entirely separate worlds, is very poignant. I enjoy seeing her change to accept her new world and new friends more and more as each chapter unfolds. B&T as mother hens and not MILFs is funny.
I don’t need to reiterate how much I adore this fic.. but I will nevertheless. It’s in depth and it’s brutal. Brilliant :)
Hey there. Another wonderfully put together chapter. The dialog you write is perfect. Thanks so much for writing and posting this story.
Still liking this story, Shanes transition into a better life is going as i would expect,she spent a lot of years out in the cold and learned how to deal, it will take some time to trust real freindship and a family life. Please let her friends stay strong. Md
Haven’t commented in a while, but I continue to love this story. You’ve developed each character so very well and the group dynamic is just perfect. This is what is missing in the actual show.
your story just keeps getting better with every posting. Realizing how hard writing is I still can not hope selfishly that you continue this amazing story right thru existing storylines…totally brilliant
kd, I love this…it is the perfect illustration of Shane and Bette. Shane needs to let someone in, and Bette loves her, and won’t betray her. It’s ok for Shane to let Bette know her pain and despair and let her heart find rest in Bette’s hands. She is safe there. I wonder how Clive will mess up her life again though?