Opponent, breaking, exchanged, said, else, Theresa, he.
Chantelle had once been Bette’s friend, her best friend. The depth of betrayal perpetrated by Chantelle necessitated a change in her status from friend to opponent. Bette, while breaking one of Chantelle’s fingers for each letter, spoke softly O snap P snap P snap O snap N snap E snap N snap T snap. Looking at Chantelle’s two unbroken thumbs Bette picked up her garden snips and pruned off those thumbs placing them back on Chantelle’s hands but exchanged left to right and right to left, snickering just a little she secured them with duct tape. Bette brushed back her blonde hair from her eyes leaving behind traces of Chantelle’s blood on her fair pale skin. Oddly the red blood and pale skin were complimented by her striking blue eyes. Wake up! Bette said shrieking then slapped Chantelle’s face hard; twice. Chantelle opened her eyes slightly and whispered Bette? Who else but Bette she cried, have you betrayed more than one friend lately? Slapping Chantelle again, wishing she had not slipped quite so much sleeping powder in to her wine Bette proceeded to get Chantelle dressed in the witch’s outfit and in to the front yard. It was nearing 9pm and the Halloween party guest would be arriving soon for the annual bash. Bette’s Sister Theresa arrived to the party first. She came dressed as Miley Cyrus from the Vanity Fair shoot. Theresa hugged her Sister mentioning that she’d out done herself on the decoration this year. She was particularly taken with the witch Bette had hanging by her neck from the tree in the front yard, commenting that the costume was quite detailed and wondered what type of stuffing was used for the witch’s body. Theresa then asked where Bette’s husband Dave was not seeing his car in the driveway. Bette taking a deep breath, looking over at the werewolf who’s head was chopped off and sitting in a basket, said “last minute errands, he would forget his head if it were not attached”
Chantelle had once been Bette’s friend, her best friend. The depth of betrayal perpetrated by Chantelle necessitated a change in her status from friend to opponent. Bette, while breaking one of Chantelle’s fingers for each letter, spoke softly O snap P snap P snap O snap N snap E snap N snap T snap. Looking at Chantelle’s two unbroken thumbs Bette picked up her garden snips and pruned off those thumbs placing them back on Chantelle’s hands but exchanged left to right and right to left, snickering just a little she secured them with duct tape. Bette brushed back her blonde hair from her eyes leaving behind traces of Chantelle’s blood on her fair pale skin. Oddly the red blood and pale skin were complimented by her striking blue eyes. Wake up! Bette said shrieking then slapped Chantelle’s face hard; twice. Chantelle opened her eyes slightly and whispered Bette? Who else but Bette she cried, have you betrayed more than one friend lately? Slapping Chantelle again, wishing she had not slipped quite so much sleeping powder in to her wine Bette proceeded to get Chantelle dressed in the witch’s outfit and in to the front yard. It was nearing 9pm and the Halloween party guest would be arriving soon for the annual bash. Bette’s Sister Theresa arrived to the party first. She came dressed as Miley Cyrus from the Vanity Fair shoot. Theresa hugged her Sister mentioning that she’d out done herself on the decoration this year. She was particularly taken with the witch Bette had hanging by her neck from the tree in the front yard, commenting that the costume was quite detailed and wondered what type of stuffing was used for the witch’s body. Theresa then asked where Bette’s husband Dave was not seeing his car in the driveway. Bette taking a deep breath, looking over at the werewolf who’s head was chopped off and sitting in a basket, said “last minute errands, he would forget his head if it were not attached”
