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    Twisted Triangles ch.13

    Ok, I need to focus. I’ll just walk right in and say ‘good morning neighbors what’s the good word? Wanna catch a movie with us. Hey Tina show me your bedroom.’ Yeah that’s it, something simple to get myself get killed.

    “Hello? Anybody home?” I decided to just stick my head in, instead of barging in. I don’t want to scare whoever is in here. “Hello.” This time it’s a little louder but the radio’s so loud. I can’t hear myself. And my rapidly increasing heartbeat is not helping matters. I can’t hear anyone in the house. Not talking anyway the only thing that I can hear is someone sobbing softly and running water.

    Since there’s crying, I take the fight didn’t go well and the other has left the house. Damn when room mates fight it’s the worst. It’s so much harder to live with someone after a fight about a crush, a lover, or any outside party really. Whoever it is, they need someone to talk to.

    That’s when I turned the corner to the kitchen and I saw, her. Crying to herself surrounded in the early morning’s sunlight catching every blonde highlight in her hair. She was simply breathtaking. A heartbroken angel in the morning. I had to save this woman. Brothers and friends be damned. Tina, maybe it’ll always be us against them.

    “Tina?” She jumped, not hearing me round the corner or even the steps to move closer to her.

    “Tina, are you ok?” I tried to keep my distance from her, but the tears satins on her cheeks and the ones in her eyes threatening to spill over, made me move closer. Close enough to hug her.

    “Bette? Wh-what what are you doing here?” She looked around the house, guilty. Like the act of talking to me, would somehow get her in trouble. I guess I understand that.

    “I heard yelling and I came to see if you were alright.” Could I say that any faster?

    “I’m ok, thank you Bette.” I don’t believe her, and she knows I don’t. So she turned away from me and continued to do the dishes.

    “Is there anything else that you needed?”

    Such a bad question to ask me. I needed her, and I thought my coming over here and worrying about her and not mentioning Grace would prove to her that fact. Or that the air changes when I touch her. Just her hand. Or the way she smiled at Grace’s bad jokes. Or right now, the tears in her eyes that are breaking my heart. The air changes, and I want her to know that when it changes I can finally breathe.

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    1. I don’t believe in playin’ siblings. Tina needs to get her act ‘straight’!

      This is how people get shot! Grace might be out buying a gun right now!

      Jealousy does strange things to people. There’s a lotta folks in the graveyard, pushing up daisies who would give me some on that (if they could raise their fists).

      On ne badine pas avec l’amour! de Mussett

    2. I Love this story but just remembering the first chappy we have a long way to go and I hope they are going together a couple of times… lol as the firs t chap has them (Bette, Tina and Grace) all moving in with Bette as Grace GF… can’t wait till it comes first circle, great update, thanks.

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