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    View from aTangent…Chapter 42

    Suddenly the old feelings came. They came in a fast rush after being suppressed for so long. Bette really thought that she got rid of that dark place deep in her subconscious. Her demons lurked in there, every terror and horror Bette went through lurked in there. Bette actually felt pain when they came tumbling out like that. It was like they gleefully cut every nerve in her body with their knives of hurt. While Bette experienced her own private ***** the man stood up quickly. He was carrying a bag and walked up to the bridge smiling. Bette followed his movement, lucky for him her scream was caught in her throat which was dry as sandpaper. He apologized for startling her and walked down the trail from where she came. Bette held her stomach in with her hands and leaned over the bridge. She felt sick down to her toes. It was like the man startled her into time-travel, every whispered threat and lick came back, every thrust and blow that bruised her abused skin. Bette tried to swallow the bile that bubbled in her throat but gave up and a spew of vomit streamed out of her. Holding onto the bridge with both hands Bette hung her head over, her vomit hit the water. The throw-up stained a bit of the water pink and it flowed downstream, hitting some rocks and leaving a stain there too. Bette wiped her mouth and swallowed the acid taste, she smoothed her hair back and turned aroundleaning against the bridge rail. It was a small low bridge and Bette felt the vibration of the flowing stream in her feet. Sinking to her knees Bette held her facewhy why why why did he have to tearing into her life? Why did daddy have to interrupt her life and smash her like a vase? Why was kicked down constantly until Tina came back to her? What if she wasnt raped? Would Tina come back? With that though Bette felt sick again and the vomit came on too fast for her to stand up over the bridge. It spewed all over her pants and the bridge floor. Disgusted she wiped the barf off her clothesthe guck slimed her hands and finger up. Suddenly the forest did not seem too pretty. The canopy overhead pressed in like some lid and the trees seemed too close together, to think and they pressed close to the trail. The willow branches looked like whips and the tunnel-like trial looked too darkmuch too dark. It all pressed in and folded Bette inside out.

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    1. I love how you’ve been able to go through all the differnt feelings Bette’s been having, even though there not that easy or nice to read so i think so many people think you can go through something like that and still be the same person but you can’t! Thanks for yet another great few updates and please keep it up!

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