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The Thirteenth Floor
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”God!” I cry out in agony. I must slow my pace. I begin to pant and hold my side. ”For the fucking record, Jenny after I knock you unconscious and while I consider how to fuck you up further I’ll tell you why I slept with Candace.”
I duck into the bushes that line our neighbor’s driveway. I slow my breath to control my movements and thoughts. I look through the fence gaps into Jenny’s windows. She’s stretched out on her bed painting her toe nails. There’s a plaintive jazz tune coming through her windows. I watch her apply a blue nail polish. So odd to me that people now paint themselves these unearthly and death like colors. Trust me. On the day they find me dead is the day my nails look blue.
I put my gloves against the top of the fence and get my footing on the boards to push against it. In a hoarse whisper as I climb, ”First, you superficial dilettante as you wallow in faddish bad taste, try to imagine this: A night of darkness that won’t end.”
My feet hit the ground in her backyard. I creep below her windows. Any tiny rustles I make are covered by the baleful tunes that float by around me. I watch her from the shadows. Her dark hair stark against the white sheets, her creamy skin, pink and soft. No match. I unlace my boxing gloves with my teeth, biting at the laces, one by one.
”Imagine your lover inconsolable, Jenny. Not weeping and then drying her tears, but never stopping for hours. You don’t have the depth to feel what that was like. Our loss.” I feel my hatred spit out the words in an icy whisper. I throw one boxing glove to the ground by the bushes. I pull at the laces of my other glove with my teeth.
”I felt all of it from her. It beat against me all night long, Jenny,” I pull the final laces free. I spit out threads of cotton.
”I needed to feel her fists against me like that. Her cries in my ears! Can you understand that? No!” I throw my last glove onto the ground. It lies in the dust. Its laces completely undone.
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Enjoyed it, thanks.
Loving the insight thoughts from both Tina and Bette.
I hope that Bette tells Tina about the whys of her turning to the carpenter like she did in this chapter.
Wonderful writing, thanks.
I look forward to the sequel of this one!
It’s not an original comment, but like dozens before me, I love the way you write Bette’s thoughts. And the way Tina gets to their “deep structure” (USUALLY, anyway, altho maybe not when she most needed to).
Bette is so impulsive, so organic. She is sophisticated but you strip away all of her barriers and subterfuge. You just expose her core which is stark and primal. She becomes very relatable. Many of us have that fantasy of simpletons to destroy that which disturbs our “nice, orderly” lives. Or have someone do it for us. Tina had that w/Bette. She slayed Tina’s dragons. I remember in watching “The Sopranos”, Tony offered to take care of an unknown rapist that had attacked Dr. Melfi (?), his psychiatrist. And she was tempted even though she abhorred Tony’s life style and murderous ways. In a simple way, it’s comforting to have someone that can be one’s personal “fixer”. Another insightful chapter.
I loved it!
It was really good to read Bette’s testimony as to why she was sleeping, the carpenter. I love Bette’s anger, it was fun to read, as she watched Jenny through the window, and imagined how she will hurt her. :D
it seems Tina’s heart has been established of the change. but they still need to talk a lot of things.
but I trust that they can be solve ;)
Thank you potsing for this.
I look forward to the next chapter.
GREAT UPDATE. HOPE SHE KICKS THE SHIT OUT OF JENNY
Wow, you did it again, kind of unexpected from the brainstorming. But again you hit the nail on the head. There is change in the wind… Their masks are slipping aside and we are seeing their real selves slowly appearing. It’s good for Bette to be able to channel her anger at Jenny and come up with various ways of torturing her already tortured soul, her bat shit crazy side. The one thing she did was to observe and pay attention, Maybe a lesson to be learned in airing your laundry for the world to see.
Our couple’s anger has dissipated and they can now hear the words each speaks. Too bad it came so late. But the glimmer of hope shines on the horizon.
Well, done BB, well done. I’m in awe once again.
Hurry back. I can’t get enough. Well done.
This was brilliant Blackbird. I can see Bette arguing with Aristotle, “F*** moral virtue!” as she contemplates Jenny’s murder! Did she ask about Shane’s spare key because she is thinking of sneaking into the house and re-decorating Jenny’s room or stealing some secrets to keep Jenny’s ambitions in check?
Good job on the Gypsy theme. Tina should go to that gypsy fortune teller. Eagerly awaiting for your next chapter.
Love it, Love it! BB ..I lol when Shane find Bette in her fence and Bette said “Decided to do some chin ups in your tree.” Subtle Bette so subtle :p….A bit worried thou that she might push her plan when she ask Shane if she have a spare key for Shay?..Good thing logic wins over anger.
Excellence again! Thank you! Fortunes ahead!
great story blackbird!!! i can undy Bette’s frustration about Jenny’s book . i wouldn’t want anyone write a story about me in a book that is deeply private. i would yell at Bette go for it.. hit Jenny with your boxing gloves without feeling remorse or regrets. i would.. no second thoughts…. haha keep up the good work… : )
Wonderful addition to your collection of stories. I love some of your humorous lines, they had me laughing out loud.
From Lilliana via email to me –
HERMOSA HISTORIA COMO SIEMPRE,USTED HACE QUE UNO NO LAS OLVIDE A PESAR DE LOS AÑOS PASADOS YA,GRACIAS POR COMPARTIR SU AMOR POR ELLA CON SUS FANS.