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    The Professor (8)

    “No, I need …” Bette silenced herself before she let anything foolish slip. “I need another fucking glass of this. Don’t come in.” A part of her knew that Helena would follow anyway, but she was too upset to care. Her whole body felt weak and shaky. “What did I say?!”

    “Or how about what didn’t you say?” Helena whispered, slipping her arms around Bette’s waist to breathe onto her shoulder. Bette was never one to get drunk, but it was exciting when she was on her way. Helena tried to swallow back her urges. “I know that you need me … and I’ll be here for you … I’ll do whatever you want … I’m so sorry …” She kissed Bette’s neck. “Forgive me …”

    Bette’s head was a bit fuzzy as she’d just finished off the glass to pour another, but she stayed as rigid as she could. Surely she had wanted someone to hold her, but this wasn’t the right someone. “Helena, you need to leave … and I need another drink.”

    “Good god,” Helena chuckled, nipping at Bette’s ear. “I wonder what else you’ll do tonight … anything else you’re willing to try?”

    The tease was too sexual. “Hel, stop. Helena-”

    Suddenly a knock at the door surprised them both, but Bette didn’t care for formalities in her current situation. “Move,” she mumbled, pulling herself loose to go to the door. When she pulled it opened, Shane was staring back at her. Bette didn’t know what to say – she was lost in her self-destructive state: in an unusual, semi-conscious bliss.

    “I heard yelling. Tell me Helena isn’t here.” Shane was not only Bette’s best friend, but her neighbour, and the fight she heard was not unlike many others of her friend’s scrambled marriage. “Bette, tell me she isn’t here.”

    “Do I scare you that much?” Helena grinned, walking over toward the door.

    “Bette,” Shane scoffed before noting the far-off look in Bette’s eyes and the wine. Bette only ever held her glass down by her hip when she was highly intoxicated, and while Shane was angry that Helena was there at all, she was more upset after seeing that her friend was drunk. “Bette … what the fuck is this?”

    Comments

    1. Wow this was an amazing chapter. I can personally understand how messed up Bette feels so its hard for me to pass judgement. Either way, I hope these two are able to work everything out

    2. It’s difficult for me to understand people and their confusion over their emotions. I guess I’ve always been in tuned with mine, I just never had the opportunity to share them. However, I guess when someone is lost or feeling that way, they deal with it the only way they know how or what comes easier to them. Which is sometimes to lose themselves completely. Tina is an incredible woman and Bette needs her. Thanks GR, beautiful as always.

    3. like talaula said for me it’s also difficult to understand Bette,how she can let someone play with her emotions to affect her so much.Bette is the life that she already has and Tina’s life is the life that Bette lacks it… i hope she can see it.

    4. It’s about time you admit it Bette! Tina knows now and if she’s smart-like I know she is-she has to show Bette that she’s worth more than she thinks she is. Helena has completely destroy Bette’s self-esteem and if I were Tina I would not leave Bette’s side until she sees in herself what Tina sees

    5. Big ‘YES!’ to the Shane-tervention. Everyone needs a friend like Shane, especially Bette. I also loved that you made Bette’s dream come true–Tina holding her and stroking her back. I love these crazy knuckleheads.

    6. “God help me, I love you …” She whispered one last time, closing her eyes and breathing in next to Tina. She relaxed so that she might rest for a while longer with the beautiful, perfect student in her arms, thinking of the love she felt.And Tina breathed as though she hadn’t been awake to hear it.Just beautiful!

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