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View from aTangent…Chapter 42
Before she could feel sick again Bette started to run down the trail. While running images ripped through her confused mind. His face, his ***** face so close to hers whispering the most ugly threats..shut your pie-hole or I will rape you using a nice long sharp steak knife, youll like that wont youTrees sped by while Bette tried to run properly. A raised taproot from one of the huge tree made contact with her foot and Bette came tumbling down. The impact knocked the breath right out of her. Limbs splayed out Bette tried to calm down. Slowly she got up, wiping the dirt off her clothes, now there were vomit-stains and dirt-stains on her nice expensive pants. Closing her eyes Bette tried to breathe, and then she opened her eyes and looked to the side. A squirrel was staring at herperched upon a branch it was stock-still. Bette looked at it. Then the tears came. Bette started to bawl and bawl, scaring the squirrel up the tree. All the grief and hurt piled behind her eyeballs and rushed out. It was like she was mourning the loss of her old self. She wasnt never going to be the same again, realize that Bette realize that. She felt like it was a funeral she was feeling, a grief crowding her veins. Her old self was being buried; she could even see the coffin disappearing into the good earth. Bette wrapped her arms around herself and sniffed. The demons, the painshe was crying them out. Bette couldnt puke them out, she couldnt yell them out, she couldnt stab them out, she couldnt bury them out.so she grieved them out. The passing of her old self was accompanied by all the ugliness of daddy. It was like she was crying him out, his filthiness out. Bette walked slowly back to the creek. Kneeling down she splashed water on her face, and using her hands she washed out most of the stains. Wrapping her jacket and buttoning it up Bette felt a little warmer. In fact she actually felt better. Bette hadnt cried like that in a very long time. It was a cleansing. A healing. She acknowledged that she would never be quite the same. In doing that the horror of her experiences with daddy leaked out of Bettes body. And kneeling by that cold creek she let them go into the waterthe flowed and disappeared. Bette felt like a load was off her. His poison was out of her body. Bette knew she would feel like ***** sometimes but daddy would never pervade her body like before.
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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!