Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2014 6:47:20 GMT
The motel makes Angel wrinkle her nose. The smell... The lack of hygiene. The drunk she had to step over to get to the door. She was disgusted with the whole place. She double checks the number with a text on her phone and knocks. There is a muffled 'It's open'
She goes into the room and its a mess. There are empty food containers, empty bottles and clothes strewn across the two double beds and the floor. Both beds are un-made. There is a distinct sound of gagging coming from the bathroom.
"Holli?" Angel's voice is full of worry for her friend.
She remembers the night she met the witty blonde. Was a night about four years ago. A party with a bunch of her father's associates in New York City. Holli had been introduced to her as an up and coming prima ballerina that was sought after by many well know companies in New York, Paris and Germany. Her hair had been shorter then, her smile a little brighter but she was still the same sharp tongued beauty that people loved anyway.
The drunk text she'd received last night had her worried. So worried that she'd gotten on the first available flight to California, even though it was nearly three a.m. It had been two weeks of unanswered calls and texts. She'd even tried email.
She walks into the bathroom to see the blond in question hanging over the toilet. The bathroom is just as much a disgusting mess as the rest of the entire establishment. She immediately drops down beside her, pulling her hair back as she emptied her stomach. After a few minutes the blonde goes to sit back and instead falls onto the tiles. Her face is slightly bloated from too much salt, her eyes bloodshot and red rimmed. She's in her bra and panties although Angel wonders when the last time she showered was. She smells of booze and...
"Holland Blue have you been smoking Marijuana?"
Holli sniffs, her mouth a grim line across her face, her lips are chapped. It almost makes Angel want to cry.
"What does it matter..." She smirks, obviously still high. Or drunk... Or both. Angel isn't exactly sure.
Angel shakes her head, helping Holli to her feet and then reaching toward the shower curtain, as she pulls it back, roaches surry into the drain. "Nope. I'm getting you out of here honey. You can shower at my house."
She ushers her out of the room, only stopping long enough to get the blonde dressed in something decent.
"My stuff..." Holli protests. Angel looks around at the mess.
"Anything important?"
She shakes her head. "No, just clothes"
"I'll buy you more sweetie." She stops long enough to pull put her wallet, placing a hundred dollar bill under an empty bottle of tequila on the table, grabs what she thinks is Holli's purse, and slams the door, to find it never really shut to begin with.
It takes two hours to get to Venice Beach. Entering the massive estate the servants look surprised to see Their mistress home.
"Please, Rosa can you get the bath in my room started?" The porty Italian woman nods and has gone up the stairs ahead of the women. Holli is sobered but still groggy.
As they enter Angel's bathroom the maid is dumping a cap full of expensive salts into the running water of a deep claw foot tub. She smiles at Angel warmly before leaving the room. Its a struggle but Angel manages to get the mess of a woman into the water.
"Holli... What's going on with you? Since when do you allow yourself to get this messed up? Especially over a guy?"
Holli opens her eyes, straggly blonde hair falling in front.
"He wasn't just some guy Angel, he was the guy. He fit me so well. He was everything I wanted. I don't know what I did wrong but he kicked me out of his place. Told me that it just wasn't going to work. That I deserved better. I went to a hotel till Blade found me. Listened to me cry, put me up in his spare room in Barstow until he had to go back to Seattle. Then..."
Angel grabbed a face cloth from a stack, wet it in the water and started to wipe Holli's greasy face. Holli shooed her off. "I can wash my own damn face."
"Alright. Then what? You ended up in that dirt hole motel?"
Holli shrugs, "was what I could afford and be able to buy necessities."
"Pot and booze... And the garbage food?" She looks disappointedly at the blonde
"Please don't judge me Angel." She leans her head back against the cool porcelain. "I just need a friend that won't judge me right now. I want to go home but I'm embarrassed. I've been in this stupor for two weeks, trying to get over this funk. Drowning and yes, smoking my sorrows. I'm not proud of it. It just is what it is. Then I have Jason emailing me."
Angel's brow furrows, "Jason... The one that cheated on you, the one that hit you?"
"Look you're the only one that knows he hit me okay. I've been lying to everyone about how I broke my ankle. If Jack knew... He'd fucking murder him. I don't need that right now. I don't want pity. Jason has been emailing me since I left him and I've been ignoring them but lately....he's been more insistent about seeing me again."
Angel frowns. "Holli don't do that to yourself again. You're a strong beautiful woman who stood up and left a jackass. Ignore him."
There are a few moments of awkward silence.
"I want you to work for me Holli."
Holli smirks. "What could I do for you? My wrestling knowledge is zilch."
"I could use an assistant."
Holli gives her a look with a shake of her head, "Angelina Bellini is the most organized and meticulous person I know. There is no way she needs an assistant."
"Alright you got me, I want to help you get back on your feet and I know you won't take a handout so, you can earn it. At least for a couple months. What do you say?"
Holli sighs. "Can I think about it?"
"Sì."
"Thanks. Now I gotta find a way home..."
Angel smiles, "Already taken care of. Your flight leaves this afternoon."
Holli shakes her head but is too tired to argue. She leans her head back again. Angel brushes some hair aside from her face, obviously admiring the woman before leaving the bathroom. The camera fades out as the bathroom door shuts.
She goes into the room and its a mess. There are empty food containers, empty bottles and clothes strewn across the two double beds and the floor. Both beds are un-made. There is a distinct sound of gagging coming from the bathroom.
"Holli?" Angel's voice is full of worry for her friend.
She remembers the night she met the witty blonde. Was a night about four years ago. A party with a bunch of her father's associates in New York City. Holli had been introduced to her as an up and coming prima ballerina that was sought after by many well know companies in New York, Paris and Germany. Her hair had been shorter then, her smile a little brighter but she was still the same sharp tongued beauty that people loved anyway.
The drunk text she'd received last night had her worried. So worried that she'd gotten on the first available flight to California, even though it was nearly three a.m. It had been two weeks of unanswered calls and texts. She'd even tried email.
She walks into the bathroom to see the blond in question hanging over the toilet. The bathroom is just as much a disgusting mess as the rest of the entire establishment. She immediately drops down beside her, pulling her hair back as she emptied her stomach. After a few minutes the blonde goes to sit back and instead falls onto the tiles. Her face is slightly bloated from too much salt, her eyes bloodshot and red rimmed. She's in her bra and panties although Angel wonders when the last time she showered was. She smells of booze and...
"Holland Blue have you been smoking Marijuana?"
Holli sniffs, her mouth a grim line across her face, her lips are chapped. It almost makes Angel want to cry.
"What does it matter..." She smirks, obviously still high. Or drunk... Or both. Angel isn't exactly sure.
Angel shakes her head, helping Holli to her feet and then reaching toward the shower curtain, as she pulls it back, roaches surry into the drain. "Nope. I'm getting you out of here honey. You can shower at my house."
She ushers her out of the room, only stopping long enough to get the blonde dressed in something decent.
"My stuff..." Holli protests. Angel looks around at the mess.
"Anything important?"
She shakes her head. "No, just clothes"
"I'll buy you more sweetie." She stops long enough to pull put her wallet, placing a hundred dollar bill under an empty bottle of tequila on the table, grabs what she thinks is Holli's purse, and slams the door, to find it never really shut to begin with.
It takes two hours to get to Venice Beach. Entering the massive estate the servants look surprised to see Their mistress home.
"Please, Rosa can you get the bath in my room started?" The porty Italian woman nods and has gone up the stairs ahead of the women. Holli is sobered but still groggy.
As they enter Angel's bathroom the maid is dumping a cap full of expensive salts into the running water of a deep claw foot tub. She smiles at Angel warmly before leaving the room. Its a struggle but Angel manages to get the mess of a woman into the water.
"Holli... What's going on with you? Since when do you allow yourself to get this messed up? Especially over a guy?"
Holli opens her eyes, straggly blonde hair falling in front.
"He wasn't just some guy Angel, he was the guy. He fit me so well. He was everything I wanted. I don't know what I did wrong but he kicked me out of his place. Told me that it just wasn't going to work. That I deserved better. I went to a hotel till Blade found me. Listened to me cry, put me up in his spare room in Barstow until he had to go back to Seattle. Then..."
Angel grabbed a face cloth from a stack, wet it in the water and started to wipe Holli's greasy face. Holli shooed her off. "I can wash my own damn face."
"Alright. Then what? You ended up in that dirt hole motel?"
Holli shrugs, "was what I could afford and be able to buy necessities."
"Pot and booze... And the garbage food?" She looks disappointedly at the blonde
"Please don't judge me Angel." She leans her head back against the cool porcelain. "I just need a friend that won't judge me right now. I want to go home but I'm embarrassed. I've been in this stupor for two weeks, trying to get over this funk. Drowning and yes, smoking my sorrows. I'm not proud of it. It just is what it is. Then I have Jason emailing me."
Angel's brow furrows, "Jason... The one that cheated on you, the one that hit you?"
"Look you're the only one that knows he hit me okay. I've been lying to everyone about how I broke my ankle. If Jack knew... He'd fucking murder him. I don't need that right now. I don't want pity. Jason has been emailing me since I left him and I've been ignoring them but lately....he's been more insistent about seeing me again."
Angel frowns. "Holli don't do that to yourself again. You're a strong beautiful woman who stood up and left a jackass. Ignore him."
There are a few moments of awkward silence.
"I want you to work for me Holli."
Holli smirks. "What could I do for you? My wrestling knowledge is zilch."
"I could use an assistant."
Holli gives her a look with a shake of her head, "Angelina Bellini is the most organized and meticulous person I know. There is no way she needs an assistant."
"Alright you got me, I want to help you get back on your feet and I know you won't take a handout so, you can earn it. At least for a couple months. What do you say?"
Holli sighs. "Can I think about it?"
"Sì."
"Thanks. Now I gotta find a way home..."
Angel smiles, "Already taken care of. Your flight leaves this afternoon."
Holli shakes her head but is too tired to argue. She leans her head back again. Angel brushes some hair aside from her face, obviously admiring the woman before leaving the bathroom. The camera fades out as the bathroom door shuts.
