Reaching her heart

Night Club part 1

She slowly stretched, as she could feel the warmth of the sun on her face and the gentle music coming from her radio on her bedside table.
She squinted a little at the bright light and reluctantly peeled her eyes open to see her comfy king size bed that seemed too big now he wasn't sharing it with her anymore.

She gave a loud groan and pulled the covers right up around her neck, she tried to push her head further into the soft pillow and closed her eyes again wishing sleep would come but it didn't.

Annabelle finally got up and headed for the bathroom, standing underneath the large shower head- one of the very few things she bought herself and loved the feel of the water bouncing off her skin in an almost massaging way, easing all the tension she holds in her shoulders. Before reaching for her favourite shampoo- vanilla scented, when finished she walked back to her bedroom. She didn't bother covering herself today, as she knew the house was empty.

God how she loved and missed the silence and smiled inside wondering how both extremities could even be possible.

She still used a towel to dry herself off obviously, and her long locks that were constantly changing colour due to her frequent bouts of boredom! At the moment they were purple.

It wasn't the kind of boredom teenagers get when they can't be bothered to get off the sofa and outside into daylight, it was the kind of boredom that drove her to work hard for what she had in life the kind that meant her brain was always on the go thinking of things to do, thinking of things she could and wanted to do etc.

She wasn't confident with her body by any means, but after kids who can complain?
She was between 12/14 uk size but more towards the 14 due to her womanly curves that she was actually quite proud of, being a little bean pole throughout her entire teen years, she had DD's and wide-ish hips to match.

No matter how many exercises she done she couldn't get rid of that little bulge on her tummy, everyone says it's because of taking such good care of precious lives inside you, you damage your own body in the process.
But their worth it, her children are her world, and she would do anything and everything for them, and they knew that because chances are she already did.

so she learnt to accept the bumps, the lower-than-she-would-like boobs, the not-so-round-anymore bum, and the faint stretch marks.
All of which seemed a lot worse in her mind than they actually were of course!

The only parts she was really proud of were her light brown eyes that people said sparkled, and her few tattoos that showed her true wild side, Which consisted of some lilies that stretched across her left hip and down her thigh a little, it was a grey tattoo and the background behind the tattoos were a smudged smokey shading effect. She had a mandala type band that wrapped around her other thigh in a garter style. And lastly her favourite and most painful one was on her right ribs, it was a beautiful blue-eyed female candy skull with perky lips long eyelashes and a 50's rock hairstyle (where the front of your hair is roll around and sat neatly on the top of your head)
She loved to look at them and try to remember the wild outgoing girl she once was but now....now she was quiet almost withdrawn, she put up so many walls as a defence mechanism she doesn't know how her friends stuck around for so long when most gave up trying to reach her.

She also thought that even though she accepted it, herself, no man in his right mind would, it's not like she was even bothering to look for one, but just the thought made small tears escape her eyes and trickle down her face, leaving little marks on her cheeks along the way she quickly tried to brush those fears aside, she takes a deep breath wipes her face and started her day.

Drying herself off, applying moisturiser all over and then her makeup, not plastered but subtle, a little foundation a little concealer and a dark plum colour for her lips.

She looks through the wardrobe, and tries to pick out something comfortable and covers a lot, but that wasn't always possible when her dear friends would give her their 'hand me downs' (which she had a sneaky feeling they bought her on purpose as some of the items accidentally still had the price tag on!) bless them, they mean well and their constant attempts to get her out of her box, her little comfort zone but she refuses and dig her heels in a little each time. Credit where credit is due they don't give up on her

After finding the best she could, a pair of tight jeans and sparkly top she got dressed, her friends must know that she wouldn't go shopping, she hated spending money on herself.

And really she was truly grateful to them, they stuck by her through thick and thin, and nothing she got from them was ever trashy, too skimpy, or too 'cheap', and as long as it covered all the right places...

She doesn't have anywhere planned to go, as she doesn't start her new job till a week Monday so she decides to tidy up the house a bit and maybe call her mates to go for a curry later.

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She loved her friends, they were so loyal and up for a laugh, best of all, they not only got her weird quirkiness but thought it was part of her appeal. Maybe she was the 'Mad Hatter' of the group.

She thought back to her younger days when she thought she needed lots of friends, only to realise that all she needed were just a few good ones.

First there's Hazel, a slim redhead with the feisty attitude that comes with it, she has emerald green eyes, and an amazing laugh that would grab everyone's attention. She was completely confident, and wasn't ashamed of her looks or her sexual appeal to men, and would go for any guy she set her eyes on, not that she was easy at all! But knew what she wanted and would go for it.

Then there's Esmay, she was a little shorter, but had curves to die for- probably because of her mother being of Caribbean decent, chocolate brown eyes and thick curly black hair. She called herself the mouth of the group!She always got us roaring with laughter.

With our stomachs full and the slight buzz of alcohol starting to take effect, they decided to go to a club, well, I say they Annabelle was not usually one for going to those places but would never stop the girls and their fun, and she wasn't ready to go home to an empty bed just yet. So she gladly offers to watch their drinks while the girls let loose on the dance floor.

She doesn't think of herself as a good dancer but couldn't help sway her hips a little and tap her fingers on the bar watching everyone else have fun.

Truth be told she wanted to join in, and the old Anna would've but she held back as usual enjoying the comfort of her 'walls'