“I know you’re an *****, Bette. You didn’t have to do this to prove it.”

It was a mean thing to say but Bette knew it was true. She also knew that Tina didn’t really mean it. She was just angry; they were silent for a few seconds.
“I made an appointment to see a therapist.”

“Okay.”

“She answered her own phone. Is that strange?”

“No…” Tina almost grinned. “It is probably a small office, Bette. I think talking to someone would really help you. And it is the only way I can consider getting back into a relationship with you.”

Bette felt her heart tighten–back into a relationship. Did that mean that they were technically out of one right now? “Are… Are you not sure you want to be with me anymore?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know how I can ever trust you again.” She looked Bette in the eyes for the first time. “Bette, was this the first time you have ever cheated on me?”

Cheated. There it was. Cheated. She was stung by actually hearing Tina say those words. That is what she had done. She quickly snapped out of it, knowing that Tina would read into any hesitation.

“Yes, I swear Tina. I have never… done this before.” It didn’t go unnoticed that Bette hadn’t used the word.

“Say the word, Bette.”
“No.”

“Say it Bette, say, ‘Tina, I cheated on you’. You said we are being real with each other. Say it.” Tina said the last two words with strength.

“I cheated on you…” Bette started to cry. Tina set her plate to the side and took one of Bette’s hands from her leg and held it. It was the first time she’d reached out to Bette since the night she’d found out.

Tina had grabbed Bette’s hand that night, also, but not in the gentle way she did just now. She had shoved it in between their bodies, demanding to be fucked. Bette had been so desperate to calm Tina down and get her to understand. After Tina had confronted her she slapped Bette and they tumbled onto their bed. She hadn’t known what to do. Tina was out of control, they both were. She held her, face down on the bed and tore off her shirt, needing to touch her, needing to connect in some way. Tina still fought with her, her arms flailing, trying to hit Bette again. Tina flipped them over so she was sitting on Bette. She grabbed for her hand and pushed it between her legs. Bette sat up and just cupped her at first, touching but not touching. But that wasn’t what Tina wanted. She again grabbed Bette’s arm, pushing until she understood. Bette slid two fingers up and down Tina’s outer lips and then pushed inside. Tina was still crying but she wrapped her arms around Bette and pushed her hips down, pulling Bette deeper inside. But nothing was deep enough. Bette hooked her fingers upwards, rubbing the soft inside wall of her ***** as hard as she could. She was determined to make her come. Determined to make her feel something else than hurt. Tina again grabbed her arm, shoving her in deeper and pushing her hips down on her hand. Bettes face was buried in-between Tinas *****; she could feel her nipple rubbing against her cheek. Her face was buried in her neck. Suddenly, she felt Tina tense up and heard her muffled moan and she came. Her face pressed into Bette’s shoulder. She quickly collapsed on top of Bette. They lay there, stunned for a few moments, crying. Finally, Tina got up, put her clothes back on and walked out of their bedroom and house without one word.