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    Tina got up and walked around, her mind was whizzing. She had so many thoughts.

    “Are you okay?” Bette asked watching her.

    “I’m scared B. I’m scared of losing me again. I’m scared that I’m not enough for you. I’m scared of a million things but at the same I’m excited. I’m excited for you, for the fact you’re doing so well. I’m excited that I will get to be your wife. i just don’t…” She stopped.

    “What Ti, please,”

    “I just don’t want to be the reason you don’t do things.”

    Bette got up, she walked over to Tina and slipped her arms around her.

    “You’re the reason I’m doing things. You’re everything to me. I love you.”

    “I love you,”

    They kissed. Tina rested her head on Bette’s shoulder just needing to be close to her. Bette was learning that Tina sometimes just need comfort. That had been missing in her life of late and Bette was willing to give her as much as possible.


    The Private Residence of Tina Kennard

    Kenter Ranch

    Duke’s Avenue

    Outside of West Sunbury




    Bette finished her call and left the study, she walked into the kitchen but Tina wasn’t there. It was the Saturday and they had been enjoying a relaxing morning together until Bette had got a phone call. Bette checked outside and Tina wasn’t there either. She went upstairs. Walking into the bedroom, she saw that the bathroom door was ajar and she could hear crying. Bette slowly opened the door and saw Tina sat with her back against the bathtub. In her hand was a razor. There was blood dripping onto the bathroom floor. Bette gripped a towel at once wrapping it around Tina’s leg when she had cut herself. Slowly she took the razor, dropping it into the skin.

    “Baby,” Bette whispered as she put pressure on Tina’s leg.

    “Sorry, so sorry,” Tina cried.

    Bette suddenly saw Tina’s pain. Her true pain. Her eyes were filled with it.

    “Shh, it’s okay,” Bette whispered. She checked the wounds they weren’t deep but she wanted medical attention. She reached for her cell and dialled the number for her personal doctor who was always on hand. She just said he had to come.

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