Be Good to Me - Chapter 3/9
Helena glared at HG.
“You have some nerve coming here,” she said sternly. “Haven’t you caused her enough pain?”
“It was never my intention to cause her pain,” HG said softly. “Myka and I share a lot of things that I needed to remind her about.”
“I’m starting to realize,” Helena muttered. “What is this Warehouse you were talking about? And what was this talk about bronze?”
Myka stared at her and then quickly looked at HG.
“Helena, how long have you been listening?” Myka asked alarmed.
“Not long enough apparently,” Helena huffed. “Will you please explain what’s going on?”
Myka sighed and closed her eyes. She hung her head defeated.
“She can’t,” HG said softly.
“What do you mean she can’t?” Helena said heatedly.
“It’s classified,” HG said and smiled apologetically.
“Classified?” Helena exclaimed. “Who the bloody hell are you?”
“As Myka said, my name is Helena Wells,” HG said and bowed her head ever so slightly.
“You’re not quite normal I think,” Helena said suspiciously. “The things you spoke of; it’s crazy talk.”
“I gather that you heard most of our conversation then?” HG asked her. She stepped closer but stopped when she saw Helena flinch. “I’m not going to hurt you,” she said softly.
“You said you’ve killed people,” Helena said guardedly.
“I have,” HG confirmed.
“Are you here to kill me? Myka?”
HG shook her head. She tilted her head and smiled at Helena.
“I can see why Myka is fond of you. You are very beautiful and you are a strong woman, a survivor,” HG said appreciatively.
“Thank you,” Helena mumbled, still eying HG warily.
“I’m not going to hurt you, or Myka. I came here to ask her to reconsider her decision to leave.”
“The Warehouse?” Helena said.
“Yes. You have heard more than you should tonight Ms. Peabody. I can only ask you not to reveal any of it to the outside world.”
“Myka, please tell me what’s really going on here?” Helena pleaded. “Are you leaving?”
Myka sighed and made a sad face. She pulled Helena into her arms and just held her.
“I don’t know honey,” she whispered.
She kissed Helena’s cheek, gently caressing her hair. Her eyes met HG’s and she saw pain flicker through them for a fraction of a second before HG’s eyes were again dark as the night and unreadable. Myka sighed. She had never been in a situation quite like this, torn between two women.
“Is this true?” Helena whispered. “It all sounds like a science fiction movie.”
Helena glared at HG. HG held her ground. She knew Helena would be a worthy opponent should she decide to take her on.
“It is. I can’t tell you anything more. I’m not allowed to,” Myka said sadly.
“At least tell me who she is,” Helena pleaded.
“I can’t,” Myka whispered.
“Myka!” Helena said frustrated. “She’s an old lover, and someone who obviously still cares a lot about you. It seems like your feelings are still strong.”
“I do care about you Myka,” HG said softly. “I still love you, I always will. I paid a price so high to be here today, I intend to fight for this second chance at life, no matter what it takes.”
Myka just stared at her. She trembled in Helena’s arms. Helena tightened her hold on her. She kissed Myka trying to convey her feelings.
“Spare me the affection,” HG mumbled.
“If I choose to kiss my girlfriend in my own house that’s my own bloody business,” Helena yelled at HG. “I should call the police and have you arrested for trespassing.”
HG chuckled and shook her head.
“They would never be able to catch me. I would be long gone by the time they get here.”
Helena glared at her. She tightened her grip on Myka when she felt Myka pull away from her.
“Please, both of you,” Myka whispered. “I can’t handle having you fight.”
“I’m sorry darling. It was selfish of me. I do apologize,” HG said and smiled.
Helena eyed her carefully. She took a step closer to HG.
“You sound British, but yet not,” she said suspiciously. “Where did you go to school? Where did you grow up?”
HG laughed and gently patted Helena on the shoulder.
“I grew up in Essex, and I was taught at home until I was old enough to attend Oxford.”
“When did you graduate?” Helena demanded to know.
“Well darling, that is actually classified information,” HG said and sighed.
“How the bloody hell could that be classified?” Helena argued. She grabbed HG’s arm and yelped when HG twisted her arm around. She let go of Helena immediately.
“Be careful. I don’t want to hurt you, not even accidentally,” HG mumbled.
“Myka, I want answers,” Helena said stubbornly.
Myka sighed. If there was something she had learned about Helena, it was how stubborn she was, and that she assumed that she would get what she wanted. Helena was a spoiled little rich girl, Myka knew that. At times she found it endearing, but mostly she found it annoying. She grabbed Helena’s arm and pulled her to her.
“Helena, HG can’t answer because she’s been ordered not to,” she said tiredly.
“HG?” Helena said and looked wild-eyed at Myka. Then her eyebrows shot up. “HG? HG… Wells?” she whispered. She stared at HG clearly shaken. “That’s not possible.”
“I’m afraid so,” HG admitted and smiled.
“HG!” Myka hissed. “Are you out of your mind?”
“She’s already heard most of it darling and you gave her the last clue.”
“I need a drink,” Helena mumbled. She went back inside not waiting to see if the others would follow her.
“Are you crazy?” Myka whispered and grabbed HG’s arm. “The Regents will punish you for this.”
“No they won’t.”
“How can you be so sure?” Myka argued.
“I’m pretty sure that I’m fine with me telling her,” HG said smugly.
“What? You what?” Myka said confused.
“I am a Regent Myka,” HG said and looked Myka in the eyes.
“You’re what?” Myka gaped at her.
“I always was. I was a Regent when I was bronzed.”
“I think I need a drink too,” Myka mumbled.
“Come darling; let’s join Helena inside before she drinks herself to oblivion.”
To be Continued...
“You have some nerve coming here,” she said sternly. “Haven’t you caused her enough pain?”
“It was never my intention to cause her pain,” HG said softly. “Myka and I share a lot of things that I needed to remind her about.”
“I’m starting to realize,” Helena muttered. “What is this Warehouse you were talking about? And what was this talk about bronze?”
Myka stared at her and then quickly looked at HG.
“Helena, how long have you been listening?” Myka asked alarmed.
“Not long enough apparently,” Helena huffed. “Will you please explain what’s going on?”
Myka sighed and closed her eyes. She hung her head defeated.
“She can’t,” HG said softly.
“What do you mean she can’t?” Helena said heatedly.
“It’s classified,” HG said and smiled apologetically.
“Classified?” Helena exclaimed. “Who the bloody hell are you?”
“As Myka said, my name is Helena Wells,” HG said and bowed her head ever so slightly.
“You’re not quite normal I think,” Helena said suspiciously. “The things you spoke of; it’s crazy talk.”
“I gather that you heard most of our conversation then?” HG asked her. She stepped closer but stopped when she saw Helena flinch. “I’m not going to hurt you,” she said softly.
“You said you’ve killed people,” Helena said guardedly.
“I have,” HG confirmed.
“Are you here to kill me? Myka?”
HG shook her head. She tilted her head and smiled at Helena.
“I can see why Myka is fond of you. You are very beautiful and you are a strong woman, a survivor,” HG said appreciatively.
“Thank you,” Helena mumbled, still eying HG warily.
“I’m not going to hurt you, or Myka. I came here to ask her to reconsider her decision to leave.”
“The Warehouse?” Helena said.
“Yes. You have heard more than you should tonight Ms. Peabody. I can only ask you not to reveal any of it to the outside world.”
“Myka, please tell me what’s really going on here?” Helena pleaded. “Are you leaving?”
Myka sighed and made a sad face. She pulled Helena into her arms and just held her.
“I don’t know honey,” she whispered.
She kissed Helena’s cheek, gently caressing her hair. Her eyes met HG’s and she saw pain flicker through them for a fraction of a second before HG’s eyes were again dark as the night and unreadable. Myka sighed. She had never been in a situation quite like this, torn between two women.
“Is this true?” Helena whispered. “It all sounds like a science fiction movie.”
Helena glared at HG. HG held her ground. She knew Helena would be a worthy opponent should she decide to take her on.
“It is. I can’t tell you anything more. I’m not allowed to,” Myka said sadly.
“At least tell me who she is,” Helena pleaded.
“I can’t,” Myka whispered.
“Myka!” Helena said frustrated. “She’s an old lover, and someone who obviously still cares a lot about you. It seems like your feelings are still strong.”
“I do care about you Myka,” HG said softly. “I still love you, I always will. I paid a price so high to be here today, I intend to fight for this second chance at life, no matter what it takes.”
Myka just stared at her. She trembled in Helena’s arms. Helena tightened her hold on her. She kissed Myka trying to convey her feelings.
“Spare me the affection,” HG mumbled.
“If I choose to kiss my girlfriend in my own house that’s my own bloody business,” Helena yelled at HG. “I should call the police and have you arrested for trespassing.”
HG chuckled and shook her head.
“They would never be able to catch me. I would be long gone by the time they get here.”
Helena glared at her. She tightened her grip on Myka when she felt Myka pull away from her.
“Please, both of you,” Myka whispered. “I can’t handle having you fight.”
“I’m sorry darling. It was selfish of me. I do apologize,” HG said and smiled.
Helena eyed her carefully. She took a step closer to HG.
“You sound British, but yet not,” she said suspiciously. “Where did you go to school? Where did you grow up?”
HG laughed and gently patted Helena on the shoulder.
“I grew up in Essex, and I was taught at home until I was old enough to attend Oxford.”
“When did you graduate?” Helena demanded to know.
“Well darling, that is actually classified information,” HG said and sighed.
“How the bloody hell could that be classified?” Helena argued. She grabbed HG’s arm and yelped when HG twisted her arm around. She let go of Helena immediately.
“Be careful. I don’t want to hurt you, not even accidentally,” HG mumbled.
“Myka, I want answers,” Helena said stubbornly.
Myka sighed. If there was something she had learned about Helena, it was how stubborn she was, and that she assumed that she would get what she wanted. Helena was a spoiled little rich girl, Myka knew that. At times she found it endearing, but mostly she found it annoying. She grabbed Helena’s arm and pulled her to her.
“Helena, HG can’t answer because she’s been ordered not to,” she said tiredly.
“HG?” Helena said and looked wild-eyed at Myka. Then her eyebrows shot up. “HG? HG… Wells?” she whispered. She stared at HG clearly shaken. “That’s not possible.”
“I’m afraid so,” HG admitted and smiled.
“HG!” Myka hissed. “Are you out of your mind?”
“She’s already heard most of it darling and you gave her the last clue.”
“I need a drink,” Helena mumbled. She went back inside not waiting to see if the others would follow her.
“Are you crazy?” Myka whispered and grabbed HG’s arm. “The Regents will punish you for this.”
“No they won’t.”
“How can you be so sure?” Myka argued.
“I’m pretty sure that I’m fine with me telling her,” HG said smugly.
“What? You what?” Myka said confused.
“I am a Regent Myka,” HG said and looked Myka in the eyes.
“You’re what?” Myka gaped at her.
“I always was. I was a Regent when I was bronzed.”
“I think I need a drink too,” Myka mumbled.
“Come darling; let’s join Helena inside before she drinks herself to oblivion.”
To be Continued...