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    Thief of my heart – chapter 1

     

    Chapter 1

     

    09:30 am – Bette’s Penthouse Los Angeles

    The sun was shining through the cracks of the curtains and lightens Bette’s bedroom. She began to stirr and woke slowly. The last night was filled with bad dreams that woke her every now and then. She was about to leave the bed when the phone on her nightstand rang.

     

    ‘Bette Porter’

    ‘Hey Bette, it’s me. I wanted to check if you are up. So?’

    ‘Obviously I am awake. Even if I wasn’t now I am because of you.’

    ‘What’s up? You are grumpy this morning…even for you…’

     

    Bette sighed.

     

    ‘I’m sorry Alice. I haven’t slept well.’

    ‘Your usual problem?’

    ‘Yeah…3 Years and I can’t forget it.’

    ‘Well Bette…It was a hard time…nobody should face such a horrible situation.’

    ‘But…I don’t know…’

    ‘But what Bette?’

    ‘Forget about it…it’s nothing’

    ‘Bette?’

    ‘I don’t really want to talk about it. Ok Alice?’

    ‘Sure. But you know…whenever you want to talk…I am only a phonecall away.’

    ‘I know…You are a very good friend.’

    ‘Oh…and here I was…thinking that I am your best friend in the whole wide world….’

    ‘Of course you are…but if I would tell you that all the time…you get a big head and we don’t want that, do we?’

    ‘Yeah…maybe you are right…I would need new hats and a new helmet for the bike…’

    ‘You don’t have a bike’

    ‘Yet’

    ‘Oh Alice please…we both know that you can’t even handle a bicycle.’

    ‘You are just afraid that I will get all the hot chicks and you look boring beside me.’

    ‘You forget one thing in your theory…I have a bike myself.’

    ‘You have more than one and as a good friend you would borrow me one.’

    ‘You think….ok…which one?’

    ‘The Harley!?’

    ‘Yeah sure…did you knock your head somewhere? Give me one good reason why I should give you my Harley Davidson Night Rod!’

    ‘Because you love me?’

    ‘Because I love you?…That is exactly the reason why I don’t give you the keys.’

    ‘What is that supposed to mean?’

    ‘When you trash my bike I have to kill you!’

    ‘And if I have an accident and get hurt?’

    ‘Then I wait until you are comletly recovered and kill you afterwards.’

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    Comments

    1. Hey!I am so glad you finally decided to take the leap and post this baby. Once again, I have to say that I am amazed that you taught yourself. It shows that you’re extremely intelligent and talented, which seeps through in your story. I love it so far and can’t wait to read what else you’ve got for us. Please, post very soon!

    2. Still there! :-) Great a new start! It’s exiting, there’s mystery. Can’t wait to read the next part. Post soon!! And don’t worry about the mistakes (if they are any…^^) I don’t see them it’s not my language either. lol

    3. I’m intrigued…I wonder what was Bette’s dream about??? Where does Tina come in this story??? Very good start :) I’m guessing for the title that you will be telling this story by Tina’s point of view???

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