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    The Thirteenth Floor

    Story written on May 10, 2014 by Blackbird.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=85458
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    I shake my head. My whole life I’ve avoided the thirteenth floor of every building. Until now! I am so fucking mad the more I think about it! I see it in stark detail: Inside the interior of my Thirteenth Floor sits the insane, Jenny Schecter, a pen and paper in her hand. I throw

    I shake my head. My whole life I’ve avoided the thirteenth floor of every building. Until now! I am so fucking mad the more I think about it! I see it in stark detail: Inside the interior of my Thirteenth Floor sits the insane, Jenny Schecter, a pen and paper in her hand.

    I throw off the covers and pace down the hallway in my pajamas. I glare at the house next door because like a fucking idiot I leave my curtains open. I snatch at the cords and down they go. Privacy. It’s a privilege and without it I’ll pay a price. One by one I lower all the curtains in my rooms and walk out to the garden by the pool. I hear a faint strain of music coming from Jenny’s house. It’s mostly dark over there. Likely no one’s home. But who am I kidding? Jenny the Bat could well be hanging from the rafters in her attic already back and roosting for the night. I should go over there. What fucking time is it anyway? Nine o’clock. Kit stays sober on the nights I let her keep Angelica. I call her quickly to make sure.

    Back inside I put on my jogging pants and sweatshirt. I open my gym bag and take out my boxing gloves. I think about how to sneak up on Jenny as she comes home. I close the door behind me and begin to lace up and velcro at my wrists. I punch the air a few times to get a rhythm. Pow! Pow! Pow pow!

    I run down the street to think. After this block I’ll circle back and do a re-con of her side of the house. That’s easy I know just the spot in that neighbor’s driveway to get a peek. I run past a party that has spilled out onto a porch. The evening’s cool and beginning to take on a chill. I run up the next hill faster and faster. The chapter on our relationship tearing apart eats at my breath.  My side catches in pain. I break into a sweat. Bev’s version of why she slept with the plumber! So insulting, so unfathomable. I punch again and again at the air. My side spasms horribly. Good! I like it. Stab me again and again. Goddammit! That hurts like hell. Pow! Pow! Pow pow!

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    2. Loving the insight thoughts from both Tina and Bette.

      I hope that Bette tells Tina about the whys of her turning to the carpenter like she did in this chapter.

      Wonderful writing, thanks.

    4. It’s not an original comment, but like dozens before me, I love the way you write Bette’s thoughts. And the way Tina gets to their “deep structure” (USUALLY, anyway, altho maybe not when she most needed to).

    5. Bette is so impulsive, so organic. She is sophisticated but you strip away all of her barriers and subterfuge. You just expose her core which is stark and primal. She becomes very relatable. Many of us have that fantasy of simpletons to destroy that which disturbs our “nice, orderly” lives. Or have someone do it for us. Tina had that w/Bette. She slayed Tina’s dragons. I remember in watching “The Sopranos”, Tony offered to take care of an unknown rapist that had attacked Dr. Melfi (?), his psychiatrist. And she was tempted even though she abhorred Tony’s life style and murderous ways. In a simple way, it’s comforting to have someone that can be one’s personal “fixer”. Another insightful chapter.

    6. I loved it!
      It was really good to read Bette’s testimony as to why she was sleeping, the carpenter. I love Bette’s anger, it was fun to read, as she watched Jenny through the window, and imagined how she will hurt her. :D
      it seems Tina’s heart has been established of the change. but they still need to talk a lot of things.
      but I trust that they can be solve ;)
      Thank you potsing for this.
      I look forward to the next chapter.

    8. Wow, you did it again, kind of unexpected from the brainstorming. But again you hit the nail on the head. There is change in the wind… Their masks are slipping aside and we are seeing their real selves slowly appearing. It’s good for Bette to be able to channel her anger at Jenny and come up with various ways of torturing her already tortured soul, her bat shit crazy side. The one thing she did was to observe and pay attention, Maybe a lesson to be learned in airing your laundry for the world to see.
      Our couple’s anger has dissipated and they can now hear the words each speaks. Too bad it came so late. But the glimmer of hope shines on the horizon.
      Well, done BB, well done. I’m in awe once again.

    10. This was brilliant Blackbird. I can see Bette arguing with Aristotle, “F*** moral virtue!” as she contemplates Jenny’s murder! Did she ask about Shane’s spare key because she is thinking of sneaking into the house and re-decorating Jenny’s room or stealing some secrets to keep Jenny’s ambitions in check?

      Good job on the Gypsy theme. Tina should go to that gypsy fortune teller. Eagerly awaiting for your next chapter.

    11. Love it, Love it! BB ..I lol when Shane find Bette in her fence and Bette said “Decided to do some chin ups in your tree.” Subtle Bette so subtle :p….A bit worried thou that she might push her plan when she ask Shane if she have a spare key for Shay?..Good thing logic wins over anger.

    13. great story blackbird!!! i can undy Bette’s frustration about Jenny’s book . i wouldn’t want anyone write a story about me in a book that is deeply private. i would yell at Bette go for it.. hit Jenny with your boxing gloves without feeling remorse or regrets. i would.. no second thoughts…. haha keep up the good work… : )

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