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    View from a Tangent….Chapter 20

    .hey what the ***** did I tell you you little ugly *****?….if you tell anybody Ill break both your legsI know where the ***** you live ***** I watch you every every every every night..want me to skull ***** you? I can whip my ***** out right now and ***** you down the throat till you chokestupid ***** youd probably bite it off you lesboleaning down he was inches from her face and said with eyes locked to Bettes..Ive murdered before why shouldnt I murder you?…why shouldnt I choke you dead and then stuff you in my iceboxyou want to take a peek in my basement *****..you wanna get stuffed in my icebox down there alone and die?…you will if you dont just shut up and leave me aloneyou want get ***** again ***** was once not enough you? Huh?…leaning even closer he said.I loved every second of it I loved the way you squealed and squirm and squirmed and squirmed like a little worm..how bout I ***** you in the ***** this time? How bout I push your ***** way backyoull ***** blood for a month huh want me to do that?…***** too bad I have an appointment I could take you somewhere and fun for hours.shut the ***** uprememberI know where you live.

    With that daddy stood up and stomped on her anklespraining it badlyBette bit her tongue until the blood flowed down her throatdaddy saluted her again and left from whence he came..

    Tina fiddled with the red tableclothlooking at Bette while she struggled to get the pasta onto her forksomething was differentshe was jumpy and limped and her lip had a cut on itwhen she asked Bette about it she only said she got in a scuffle with someone on the streetno big deal Tina knew how she wasBette said this with a smileand Tina would have believed her if it werent for her eyesthey were filled with every fear imaginablethey looked staccato in their movement gazing at every corner and every windowthe lights were all oneverything about her was tenseand Tina could see that her hands were shaking..ever so slightly but still shaking.
    The music playing was Robbie Robertsons golden featherit was an old favorite of theirspart of their lovemaking musicit was painful to hear and Tina wanted to turn it offshe wanted to hold Bettebut something held her back..she couldnt get Candace out of her mindthey HAD to talk sometime about it.the music played on Robertsons voice low and romantic..

    In the Autumn night, when theres no wind blowing
    I hear the stars falling in the dark, when you find out
    Whats worth keeping- with a breath of kindness,
    Blow the rest away.

    This was Bettes favorite songit was incredibly romantic.but romantic was furthest from Bettes mind..which was a puzzle of coherent thoughts that she couldnt piece together.she didnt know what to thinkbut took comfort in Ts presence..she was safe with her she was safe with her if she was here everything was okTs voice interrupted he her thought and she looked uppardon?….youve been very quiet Bette..is everything ok? I mean you hardly spoke tonight?….taking Bettes hand Tina looked deep in her eyes and said Bettetell me whats on your mindshe gave her a smile

    .Bette looked at her and then opened her mouth.

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    Comments

    1. Come on time for Bette to open up to Tina, I hate seeing her in this position, she’s been through so much, let some love and joy in, huh PLEASE, PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE!

    2. Oh, please, please let Bette tell Tina what really happened. She’s going to need all the support she can get if she’s ever going to recover from this. I am so engrossed in this story now that I check every chance I get just to see if you’ve posted again…Thanks.

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