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The Thirteenth Floor
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”Then Tina stopped, Jenny. That’s what you should’ve written. Tina stopped and against my neck I felt her final ragged sigh for us. Not just her! But for us. And I prayed to a God I don’t believe really listens. But I begged and bartered with him anyway.”
I lift into the tree branches outside her bedroom window. I pull my hood over my head and settle into my camouflage in the dark. I need to think through how to hurt you, Jenny. Hurt you in the way I never wanted her to see but I’ve definitely decided I want you to feel.
I hear Shane and her brother, Shay before I see them. In a moment they step onto the back porch about twenty feet from my tree perch. Shane unlocks the door and then comes back outside with a beer and a smoke. She seems to have worries these days. So unlike her.
Was it the right choice? Was it the right choice to never let you see my need to unravel -even for a moment? But for the love of God! How could I? I watched you submerge and float away from me, T. It felt so done by then.
I look through the leaves over to my pool. It glows blue in the darkness. We love and we drown over there, I suppose. Looking back on it now, I would. I would do it all differently. I would change everything if I could. I have no fucking sense sometimes and it worries the fuck out of me. I should’ve taken my mask off.
I drop down into the yard and Shane startles but laughs when she sees me. I pick up my boxing gloves and pat them to knock off the dirt.
”Out for a run. Decided to do some chin ups in your tree.”
”Sure, Man. Have at it.” Shane motions to me, ”You want to come in? How about a beer?”
”No, I need some water, actually, and then a bath.” I tie the gloves’ laces so they fall over my shoulder. ”But thanks. Yeah. I’ll see you soon, though.” I walk down the drive toward my gate. ”Shane, do you keep a spare key outside for Shay? A good hiding place so he can come and go?”
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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.