This time it was Bette holding back Kit as she headed towards the bedroom door. ‘She left out that little bit of information when she was telling the world what you did didn’t she. What the ***** does she think she’s doing? I know you messed up real bad Bette but that does not give her the right to put her hands on you -’

‘Kit stop! Please! It wasn’t like that!’ Bette pleaded as she tried to put herself between Kit and the door. If she made it to the living room then she’d be out of the front door and dressed in nothing but a robe there was not much Bette could do to stop her. ‘Let me explain.’

‘You’ve explained enough.’

‘Kit. Listen to me. It’s not what you think.’ Bette’s words were falling on deaf ears. Kit had seen the bruises and Bette had told her that Tina had caused them, there was no other way of thinking about it. Bette was fighting a losing battle, she was no match for Kit after a sleepless night. She was inches away from the door when Bette yelled out, ‘Kit! Stop! I did it!’

They fell a few steps back from the force of Bette still pushing against Kit after she had stopped resisting upon hearing her words. Had Bette had just said that she had done it? What did that mean? That she had hurt herself and caused the bruises on her arm? Why would she lie and say that Tina had done it knowing that Kit would do exactly what she had been trying to do before Bette got in her way. ‘What do you mean you did it?’

Bette steadied herself and took a deep breathe. She had not wanted anyone to know about what she and Tina had done to each other that night but there was no way she could prevent Kit from marching over to Alice’s if she didn’t. Bette slowly moved over to the bed and sat down. She looked up at Kit and motioned for her to sit besides her. Kit complied, not knowing what else to do.

Bette turned her body so that her back was slightly facing Kit. She untied her robe and let it drop a little exposing her back and the bruises that were there. She heard the sharp intake of breath as Kit gasped at the sight. Bette pulled the robe back up and turned to face Kit again, ‘I did it.’ The confusion on Kit’s face was obvious. It wasn’t physically possible for those bruises to be inflicted by yourself. Bette looked down, Kit’s hands were in her lap. Bette placed her hands on top of Kit’s and looked up at her.