Bella slowly walked forward trying not to make a single sound. She was afraid of doing anything that would send Geneva over the edge.
As Bella got nearer she noticed that Geneva back rose slowly, 'She's breathing, thank god. That means she's still alive…I can do this.' Bella thought, and shaking off the awkwardness, fully accepted the fact of her and Geneva having a relationship…if that's what it would take.
"Geneva? Honey, are you alright?" When Bella said this some people in the audience began to mutter. Bella sounded so much like a lesbian just then, but she didn't care.
As long as Geneva was alive, Bella thought she could continue on with her own life. Once she came upon Geneva Bella heard quiet, almost indiscernible laughter.
Bella knelt on her knees at Geneva's side, she pressed her fingers into the woman's side, and felt a pain in her fingers. Her hand had been wrenched behind her back at a painful awkward angle.
People started shouting, which clued Bella in, "Geneva! It's me…Bella. Remember?"
"Shit." Geneva sounded out of breath, she continued obviously not in control of herself at all, "You caught me by surprise Bella, so tell me. Why should I not break your hand, right this second?"
"Um…so I can give you…hand…jobs?" Bella said honestly, although she cringed at her words. Geneva started twisting Bella's wrist, before she could break it Bella cried out suddenly, her words spoken in a strange language.
The twisting stopped and Geneva prompted Bella in the back, and said in the same disconnected voice, "What did you just say?"
"You're hurting my wrist." Bella said.
"And that's bothering you?" Geneva said. Bell knew that the woman had completely lost her mind, insanity was only momentarily being held at bay. Suddenly Bell knew that if she could just get Geneva to sit down and talk…everything would work itself out. All Bella had to do was her part, whatever that was.
"No…can I talk to you?" Bella said, her wrist was in agony, but she decided to tell the truth, "I, god I can't believe you're getting me to admit this but…I like that kind of stuff."
Geneva's tone convinced Bella that her strategy of talking would help Geneva return from the brink of total insanity, "What do you mean?" Geneva asked.
"I guess you could say, I'm a masochist. I seriously enjoy pain, it it's kind of like heroine. No better than that, a high so real…sometimes I don't want it to end." Bella said in response.
Geneva shifted uncomfortable, but her hand still didn't release Bella's wrist.
'Yes. I'm getting to her, keep talking Bella, you can do this.' "So…Geneva?" Bella asked innocently.
"Yes?"
"Remind me again why are you holding me on the ground?" Bella said.
This time Geneva just looked at Bella a bit weird. Pulling Bella up by the wrist, but with less pressure this time, Geneva started towards the bridge with Bella in tow.
"What are we doing?" Bella asked in alarm.
"Huh? We're going on a date, remember?" Geneva said with worry in her voice.
Bella's eyes began to hurt and she felt a serious migraine headache coming. "Can you stop holding my wrist?"
"You're wrist? I'm holding you're hand Bella, I thought that's what gay couples did…they held hands in public." Geneva said not at all uncomfortable.
Bella was about to protest when she looked down at her pale hand fit snuggly inside Geneva's tan one. Bella could feel her face warm, and she heard Geneva exclaim, "Yes. It looks like I'm finally doing something right. I really didn't think I could pull this lesbian thing off, but I'd say I'm doing pretty well."
"Geneva?"
"Yes honey?"
"What happened from the garage to here?"
Geneva considered a moment, she looked at Bella's face and realized Bella didn't remember, "Did you black out or something honey? It seems like you don't remember us peddling our way here on bikes."
"I…"
"Bella talk to me, please? I can't stand it." Geneva stopped Bella at the front of the bridge. Geneva looked into Bella's eyes and began explaining.
When Geneva had asked the question back at the warehouse it must have triggered Bella's memories. Bella apparently gave a proper response to the question, after apologizing for the outburst. After that the two had peddled in silence, Geneva said it was uncomfortable, Bella couldn't remember any of this.
The bikes were parked at a bike rack, right next to the bridge, which ran over a calm lazy brook, on the other side was a cozy cafe. Bella's mind spun as she realized what had happened.
Bella had remembered something horrible from her childhood, a memory her mind refused to remember, something that had been so traumatic it had scared Bella deep. Bella's mind had melded the memory with the present, thus preventing Bella from remembering any specific details about her sister she didn't knew she ever had.
"I had a sister, and older sister." Bella said, sensing the truth in her words.