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    What If – 14 (A)

    Tina: [hearing the door slam shut her knees buckled and she fell to her knees crying uncontrollably]

    As soon as Bette got into her car she slammed her foot on the gas. The front tires gripped the warm asphalt so aggressively she left the smell of burning rubber in her wake. Speeding away down the street ignoring speed limits, weaving in and out of traffic, and damn near violating every traffic law in the state of California she had completely blacked out. It wasn’t until she ran a red light almost creating a six car pile-up she was forced back into reality. As each driver angrily honked and cursed her out about her reckless driving she quickly placed her car in drive speeding away from the scene. After driving for ten minutes she abruptly pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse. Her chest raised and fell rapidly as adrenaline coarsed through her body, her blood boiled like lava, and her head felt like it would burst at any minute. Closing her eyes she attempted to focus her attention on the whizzing sound of the car engine to help relax her, however it was easier said than done. Angry, frustrated, confused, hurt, agitated, frantic, unhinged, raging, and feeling a sense of abandonment she needed an outlet. Grabbing ahold of the steering wheel, she screams.

    Bette: FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCCCCCCCKKK! [she yells at the top of her lungs while pounding away at the steering wheel] Using all her strength she continued to yell, curse, and scream. When her hands began to ache and she felt she hand nothing more to give she gave up panting heavily. When her heartbeat began to return to normal she leans in resting her forehead on the wheel. Once the first tear broke free the rest followed in an unbroken stream.

    Alice…..(Sage Vegan Bistro and Brewery Restaurant, Los Angeles California)

    Alice: Hi, yes I have a reservation for 6.

    Host: Yes ma’am, can I have your name please?

    Alice: Shane.

    Host: [searching for the name on the reservation list] Shane……

    Alice: Last name McCutcheon?

    Host: [still searching] Shane McCutcheon…oh, yes here you are there is an asterisk by your name signaling you frequent with us regularly.

    Alice: [in a sarcastic tone] Yup, I frequent “everyone”—-I mean “everything” regularly.

    Comments

    1. Hi Skunk:

      Very nice chapter, poor Bette, opening her mouth before using her brain, not a good thing to do.
      Tasha has many possibilities, but she wants to make things work with Alice.
      Wow, Dana was caught with her hands in the cookie jar; she and Alice are at a crossroad let’s see where they’ll go.
      Thanks so much for this nice and funny chapter, I’ll read the update.

      P

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