Good morning. Ok…maybe not.

Victoria didn”t know whether to shoot or stab Tina as she stormed into the bedroom. Both Tina and Bette were tangled up together, facing each other on their sides. She shook both of them by their arms, making sure her grip on Bette left a bruise. The two girls’ peaceful slumber was interrupted by an angry mother.

"TINA! DOWNSTAIRS! NOW!" Victoria screamed as she slammed the door on the way out. They heard her heavy footsteps getting softer and softer as she went down the stairs.

Bette and Tina, though still dazed, knew exactly what was happening. Bette saw the scared and embarrassed look on Tina’s face and kissed her forehead. Tina scrunched up and backed away, planting both her feet on the floor, and sat up. She was scared to look at Bette. She knew that whatever her mom was going to say was going to seperate her and Bette and she couldn’t quite look at Bette’s face if she was going to fight back. As much as she needed Bette’s comfort, she needed to keep focused for the argument that was about to take place. She didn’t want Bette to be a part of it either.

"Bette climb out the window and go home," Tina commanded. With that, she left her bedroom, not wanting to see Bette leave.

A small breeze entered the room as Bette opened the window. It took a while as her hands were shaking uncontrollably. She tried her hardest to drown out Tina’s and Victoria’s voices but even a blind man could have heard them.

"IT’S MY LIFE!"

"CHRISTINA LAUREL KENNARD, YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!"

"YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HER!"

"YES I DO! A LESBIAN!"

Bette visibly winced as she heard the way Victoria said the last word. It was with so much anger and disgust. She steadied herself on the small roof that sheltered the garage. It wasn’t much since most of the garage was under Tina’s room but it was enough for Bette to safely make it down. She aimed diagonally for Tina’s front lawn and jumped. Landing badly, probably spraining her right ankle, Bette got up and limped on home. She limped slowly since she was barefoot, hoping there were no broken glass or sharp objects on the road. Who knew what her father was going to say when he saw her. He was probably going to make her spill out everything that happened because he was the kind of dad that wanted to make sure his children were alright.