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Post by dolores maria haze on Apr 12, 2010 20:34:22 GMT -5
MUSIC WAS SOMETHING THAT was always changing. It could take on so many forms that it fascinated Dolores...How she could move and bend to the will of the beats, metronomes, choruses, bass, moods. Honestly, though most people would say stripping wasn't exactly the best profession on the planet, she adored it. She used to love just getting lost in it all while on stage, spinning around the pole, naked or barely clad in anything. But now, she couldn't do so. She hadn't been able to strip for a full three years, going on four, and it sort of...ached not being able to do so. Now, unlike before however, she had a distraction and it prevented her from dancing: her ever growing stomach. Currently, it wasn't too big. In fact it could pass off for probably a four month pregnancy instead of six months going on seven. Maybe it was because she was so skinny in general and that she was all muscles.
SITTING ON THE PARK bench, she ran her fingers through her long hair, always having refused to cut it so it was pretty long now, her lengthy model-like legs in front of her crossed at the ankles where her white flats were located. None of her clothing fit her anymore so she had taken to wearing sundresses which she used to despise. She wasn't a skirt of dress person. It was either shorts or jeans or underwear. Lounging there on the bench, looking out at the field, a bridge at the end, she could see why people fell in love in these sort of places and why they were always in movies and such. It was gorgeous. But she knew it wasn't pretty enough because she was there alone. She was supposed to come here that one week off with him but he had to go and be an unfaithful asshole. She didn't need that in her life. She was fine now anyway. She was done with modeling until she had the baby girl inside her and she was contently teaching art, another love of her's, at the local and prestigious academy of Santa Croce. Hey, she even taught herself Italian! There was a bright side to everything.
PLAYING WITH THE FABRIC of the soft, pastel blue sundress that was on her slender frame (minus that belly of her's), she grabbed the headphones that were hooked up to her ipod and easily fit them around her tummy, playing a soft song that she liked to listen to lately. She didn't know why...probably because it reminded her of Rhett a bit. She knew she could have stayed and tried to work it out with him but she didn't want her being pregnant being the only thing that could hold them together. So she left. And here she was, alone while he was off with that skank bitch of his, and she was, deep down, extremely upset by it still...six and a half months later and all she wanted to do was kick her ass for going after someone that clearly was with her and loved her and that she loved back...Stupid bitch ruined everything.
BITING HER LOWER LIP, she leaned her head against the end of the bench, using her light gray cardigan as a pillow and closed her eyes a bit. Sleep, oh how she needed it. She went to bed early if she wasn't up painting, thinking, or grading something, and though it wasn't often, she did get enough rest...Enough laying down time but not enough actual sleep. It left her exhausted...So it wasn't until she heard the sound of someone falling over right next to her did she jolt awake, almost immediately wrapping her arms around her stomach and glancing at the person, "Are you INSANE? I could have had a heart attack! You can't scare preggo chicks like that!" she knew she was only raising her voice because the person totally freaked her out. Really? She could have gone into labor right there on a warm, sunny, sunday afternoon. Idiot.
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