If life was a cakewalk, few would ever walk it, this she knew. It didn’t make the journey any less difficult, just the company one chose to keep while doing it. The thunder outside was deafening as rain continued to pour down on the roof, spring showers more like a summer tsunami.
She didn’t want her emotions to show so true, but as he turned towards her Angelina realized everything she felt must be written across her face. The uncertainty of the situation, the mixed emotions she felt towards him, the fear and protectiveness over their daughter, and deep down…below all the rest? A softly crying woman who wanted nothing more than to be held, but dared not let herself enjoy it.
Angelina saw him pause after his words, realized he’d been thinking of doing the same thing she wanted him to do, then stopping himself. A jagged sigh escaped barely painted lips as she nodded at his confirmation of when he’d be back. ”I’ll be here.” It was spoken as if she needed to assure him when there was really nowhere else to go. This club was her home, had been for as long as she could remember.
He headed for the door and for a brief second Angelina thought of calling out to him, repeating his affection…”Stan….I….be careful.” Words spoken softly and unsure if he’d even heard them before he was out the door and into the rain.
Tidying up, a quick jet into the restroom was done, confirming her eyes were bloodshot and red along with mascara lines down her face. ”Aw hell.” The bag of ice which was nearly melted was set on the counter as she quickly wiped her face and brushed fingers from her non-bruised hand through her hair. Satisfied that no one but Craig would be the wiser to her bout of crying and fist fighting, Angelina head back out into the club, taking the melted ice bag with her.
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Angelina Uris
An Angel In Waiting
Club Alien Owner
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Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon,
cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone.
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