Tina Kennard

After Bette taking care of me like that, blowing me away, I made love to her. We went upstairs to ask Tuomas for Eric’s address – I couldn’t stop her. Tuomas seemed to be the only one who saw we had a just-fucked face.

Now we’re driving to Eric’s house. Bette wants to deal with him right now, after I told her what Tuomas had told me. I also had to swear I wouldn’t ever keep anything from her.

“Bette, please try not to kick him into the hospital,” I say as we reach his house. He better be home, otherwise she won’t be at ease until she has dealt with him.

“I’m not so sure,” she says, gritting her teeth. “I fucking hate the moron.”

“You don’t even know him.”

“Are you defending him?”

“No, I just… I don’t make a big deal of it, because I know you’re the only one I could ever give my heart to, the only one I could ever love.”

She unbuckles her seatbelt and looks at me, giving me a small smile. “I’m gonna take care of this, baby,” she whispers before kissing me.

She gets out of the car and so do I. She looks at me, confused. “What are you doing?”

“I’m coming with you. I’m not staying in the car.”

She hesitates and then says: “Well… okay.”

We get up to the front door and Bette rings the doorbell. She’s determined to let this guy know that I’m totally hers. A smooth guy opens the door; his black hear back on his head in gel, a tooth-paste smile on his face in a what he probably considers charming smile. He frowns his eyebrows as she sees Bette’s expression.

“Eric?” she asks, anger sounding through in her voice.

“Euhm… no, I’m Garret. Eric is my brother.”

“Is he home?” I ask, more politely.

“Yeah, I’ll call him.” He turns around and shouts: “ERIC!!!”

After a minute or so, another guy appears in the doorway. He’s obviously younger than Garret, who must be in the beginning of his twenties. When Eric sees me, he smiles. I recognise him as one of the guys I’ve been talking to after both gigs.