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Why, Bette? (Part 3)
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Bette ran her fingers through her hair, pushing back the few hairs that had fallen onto her forehead. She sighed and turned to Suzanne, tried to speak, but got only as far as opening her mouth before she turned away again.
Suzanne watched this resistance to openness. Bette’s lower lip trembled as she fought back the emotions that wanted to carry her away. Bette’s shoulders began to shake and she suddenly gasped a mere second before the sobbing began.
The psychiatrist stood, walked over to Bette’s chair and handed her a Kleenex from the table beside her. Bette accepted it without thinking. Suzanne walked to the water cooler stored inconspicuously in the back corner of the room. She grabbed a Dixie Cup and filled it with water. Returning to Bette, she put her arm around her shoulders and handed her the cup. “Have a drink, take a moment, and if you can, we can talk about it.”
Bette wiped her eyes with the Kleenex, then blew her nose, but instead of speaking, she looked out of the window again. Suzanne had returned to her chair and now watched her client. It was 3:15. “Bette, I’m here for your use. You didn’t cancel today’s appointment, so I’m going to assume that you wanted to be here. We’ve got another 35 minutes to do work.” Suzanne said all that she planned, so she crossed her leg and continued to wait.
Tears flooded the bottom edges of Bette’s eyes and soon flowed freely down the planes of her face. She turned to face her psychiatrist with such an expression of despair that Suzanne’s own heart ached for her client. Bette closed her eyes and when she opened them, she was somehow able to begin. “Do you know what it’s like to have a hero? To have someone whom you believe in with every beat of your heart? Someone you know won’t let you down, someone you know loves you completely?” Bette sucked in her lips and took a deep breath. She shook her head, recalling her conversation with her father. “And how it feels when your hero tells you that you don’t really matter, that your happiness is irrelevant? I’ll tell you, it just kills me.”
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Wow I love this. It’s very deep. You display a great deal of knowledge and you have a great ability to articulate it.
Wow I love this. It’s very deep. You display a great deal of knowledge and you have a great ability to articulate it.
What a well written and beautifully told story…I so love your insight Portia…thank you and please continue as soon as you can…bravo!
This is such a beautifully written story. It’s so well crafted–I’m really looking forward to the next installment!
Wow! WOW! WOW! I love the exploration of Bette’s inner-pysche! This story ended so beautifully sweet. I LOVE IT! :D
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Excellent. Glad to see you are back.
I have been waiting for almost a month for you to post your next installment. I love the depth andfeel that we feel when we read it. Please don’t wait so long to post again.
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I love this story so much. I hope you’ll continue the story.
love it , so real, excellent.