Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2014 9:36:04 GMT
The sound of something smashing before the picture comes into view. A front foyer flanked by a curved staircase of a deep rich mahogany. It matches the wainscoting halfway up the walls. If not looking closely you'd miss the figure huddled into the railing of the staircase and a wide grey-blue eyes peering out. Its hard to say if its in fear or shock.
Something else smashes from off camera and the figure, obviously a young child jumps, showing the camera two full messy pigtails of a rich auburn. Then a slew of words follows, muffled but it's obvious its in Spanish.
"Vinnie estúpido gilipollas italiana ...."
There are more sounds of things breaking and then a deep rich, obviously male laughter.
"Are you done Neva?"
This time the string of words are indecipherable. The sound of a door opening and then the unmistakable sound of heels on hardwood. A woman comes into view. To say she's beautiful is an understatement. Her legs are impossibly long, going up to a pleated skirt of deep scarlet. The creme coloured blouse is billowy but still leaves not a lot to the imagination, opening up into a V on what are obviously augmented breasts. Her face is classic beauty, large naturally pouty lips, full cheek bones topped with a head of deep black hair in waves around her shoulders.
This was Neva Aurello. The unmarried girlfriend of Vincent Bellini, well former girlfriend. She used to be a fairly well known model before her unplanned pregnancy, a condition she never warmed up to. Now she blamed the beautiful little girl for her lack of modelling contracts. The little girl that now hid between the wooden spokes of the stairs. Neva doesn't even see the girl as she grabs a previously un-noticed suitcase and a Gucci hand bag before walking straight out the door. It would be the last time the young girl would see her mother.
Seconds later, a man has replaced her in the foyer. His face is a mix of emotions until he turns, his dark hair is impeccable. His features handsome to some but others might find rather sharp and brooding. His face, upon seeing his young daughter changes to a smile that lights his entire face with only the joy a prideful father could have.
"Angel? How long have you been hiding there bella?" His voice echoes in the hall.
The girl stands, showing that she couldn't be more than six or seven. She's dressed in a blue and green plaid shirt, white t-shirt and a sleeveless Navy sweater. The crest over the left breast indicates that its the uniform of a very exclusive private school. As previously seen her thick reddish brown locks are falling out of the dual ponytails on either side of her head.
"A while..." She replies, her voice reverberating between the walls, though not quite as commanding as the full tenor of her fathers had seconds beforehand.
He reaches out his hands, gesturing for her to come to him. She obliges, throwing her tiny frame into her father's loving embrace. He smiles, returning the warm hug.
"It's just you and me now kiddo. You okay with that?"
She nods against his chest in approval. Neva never did have a healthy relationship with her daughter. At only seven years old the former model was already telling her you g daughter that she needed to think about having her nose fixed and maybe going on a diet to remove the 'chubbiness' in her already blossoming body. She was also never allowed to call Neva "mommy". There was definitely no love loss between Angelina and her mother when she walked out.
From that day forward, there was never a permanent woman in Vinnie Bellini's life. Very rarely did Angel even meet one of her father's 'flavours of the month'. The seven years of hell with a woman he never loved was more than enough torture for the first generation Italian, born in America it seemed.
Angel slips back into present day reality as her father, now aged considerably from that particular memory waves a hand in from of her face. They are seated at a wonderful little cafe on the boardwalk in Venice Beach, California, the newer hometown of the Bellini's at present. She blinks and he shakes his head. She notices that the silver at his temples has become more noticeable, as well as the crows feet crinkling the corners of his eyes .
"You seemed a million miles away just now Bella. Everything okay?"
She smiles, if she told him the reason for her sudden zoning out he wouldn't be happy she still thought about that day, so she quickly made up a half lie to appease them both, "Just anxious to meet with uncle Marty about Metro:Pro. And of course leaving you alone for long periods of time. We both know you can barely use a microwave on your own without me."
She knows the misdirection has worked when he chuckles and gives her a mocking pout.
"I'm fifty-six years old. I think I can manage just fine without you. I'm not a cripple."
"Daddy!" She hisses before slapping his hand. "That's not very nice to say."
Vinnie shrugs, "Ask me if I give a rats ass if that's nice?"
Angel shakes her head, "You are impossible!" She shakes her head before finishing her tea. A frown on her lips at her father's embarrassing public behaviour.
"Maybe but you love me. But, don't worry about Metro:Pro. You just keep listening to Marty and you're going to go far sweetheart. You can trust that man, I have for years and he's never let me down when I needed him."
"Thanks Dad. I know I can, after all I have him for helping me to realize my dream. I have no doubt that under his wings I will be great." She stands, delving a hand into her purse to pay for her drink when her father places a hand on her wrist shaking his head.
"You don't ever pay. Save your money for New York. Make sure you give me a ring when you get settled in your new place okay?"
"Of course." She stands, leaning over to kiss her father's cheek. I'll see you really soon."
She smiles before leaving the cafe and hails a taxi with ease. She was about to take her first real steps on her own. She was both excited and nervous, but a good nervous about what her future might entail.
Something else smashes from off camera and the figure, obviously a young child jumps, showing the camera two full messy pigtails of a rich auburn. Then a slew of words follows, muffled but it's obvious its in Spanish.
"Vinnie estúpido gilipollas italiana ...."
There are more sounds of things breaking and then a deep rich, obviously male laughter.
"Are you done Neva?"
This time the string of words are indecipherable. The sound of a door opening and then the unmistakable sound of heels on hardwood. A woman comes into view. To say she's beautiful is an understatement. Her legs are impossibly long, going up to a pleated skirt of deep scarlet. The creme coloured blouse is billowy but still leaves not a lot to the imagination, opening up into a V on what are obviously augmented breasts. Her face is classic beauty, large naturally pouty lips, full cheek bones topped with a head of deep black hair in waves around her shoulders.
This was Neva Aurello. The unmarried girlfriend of Vincent Bellini, well former girlfriend. She used to be a fairly well known model before her unplanned pregnancy, a condition she never warmed up to. Now she blamed the beautiful little girl for her lack of modelling contracts. The little girl that now hid between the wooden spokes of the stairs. Neva doesn't even see the girl as she grabs a previously un-noticed suitcase and a Gucci hand bag before walking straight out the door. It would be the last time the young girl would see her mother.
Seconds later, a man has replaced her in the foyer. His face is a mix of emotions until he turns, his dark hair is impeccable. His features handsome to some but others might find rather sharp and brooding. His face, upon seeing his young daughter changes to a smile that lights his entire face with only the joy a prideful father could have.
"Angel? How long have you been hiding there bella?" His voice echoes in the hall.
The girl stands, showing that she couldn't be more than six or seven. She's dressed in a blue and green plaid shirt, white t-shirt and a sleeveless Navy sweater. The crest over the left breast indicates that its the uniform of a very exclusive private school. As previously seen her thick reddish brown locks are falling out of the dual ponytails on either side of her head.
"A while..." She replies, her voice reverberating between the walls, though not quite as commanding as the full tenor of her fathers had seconds beforehand.
He reaches out his hands, gesturing for her to come to him. She obliges, throwing her tiny frame into her father's loving embrace. He smiles, returning the warm hug.
"It's just you and me now kiddo. You okay with that?"
She nods against his chest in approval. Neva never did have a healthy relationship with her daughter. At only seven years old the former model was already telling her you g daughter that she needed to think about having her nose fixed and maybe going on a diet to remove the 'chubbiness' in her already blossoming body. She was also never allowed to call Neva "mommy". There was definitely no love loss between Angelina and her mother when she walked out.
From that day forward, there was never a permanent woman in Vinnie Bellini's life. Very rarely did Angel even meet one of her father's 'flavours of the month'. The seven years of hell with a woman he never loved was more than enough torture for the first generation Italian, born in America it seemed.
Angel slips back into present day reality as her father, now aged considerably from that particular memory waves a hand in from of her face. They are seated at a wonderful little cafe on the boardwalk in Venice Beach, California, the newer hometown of the Bellini's at present. She blinks and he shakes his head. She notices that the silver at his temples has become more noticeable, as well as the crows feet crinkling the corners of his eyes .
"You seemed a million miles away just now Bella. Everything okay?"
She smiles, if she told him the reason for her sudden zoning out he wouldn't be happy she still thought about that day, so she quickly made up a half lie to appease them both, "Just anxious to meet with uncle Marty about Metro:Pro. And of course leaving you alone for long periods of time. We both know you can barely use a microwave on your own without me."
She knows the misdirection has worked when he chuckles and gives her a mocking pout.
"I'm fifty-six years old. I think I can manage just fine without you. I'm not a cripple."
"Daddy!" She hisses before slapping his hand. "That's not very nice to say."
Vinnie shrugs, "Ask me if I give a rats ass if that's nice?"
Angel shakes her head, "You are impossible!" She shakes her head before finishing her tea. A frown on her lips at her father's embarrassing public behaviour.
"Maybe but you love me. But, don't worry about Metro:Pro. You just keep listening to Marty and you're going to go far sweetheart. You can trust that man, I have for years and he's never let me down when I needed him."
"Thanks Dad. I know I can, after all I have him for helping me to realize my dream. I have no doubt that under his wings I will be great." She stands, delving a hand into her purse to pay for her drink when her father places a hand on her wrist shaking his head.
"You don't ever pay. Save your money for New York. Make sure you give me a ring when you get settled in your new place okay?"
"Of course." She stands, leaning over to kiss her father's cheek. I'll see you really soon."
She smiles before leaving the cafe and hails a taxi with ease. She was about to take her first real steps on her own. She was both excited and nervous, but a good nervous about what her future might entail.
