Under the Falling Moon by: Bonez
After unloading some blankets and portable air beds, Illana tucked in the sleeping Jenny on one in the living room. After giving her a small kiss on the forehead, she grabbed her small chrome boombox and so as not to disturb the child, she walked into her new room.
The whole area was bare execpt for one green air mattress she had laid out. The stained tan carpet made the white walled room even more plain, which didn't make Illana too impressed. Sighing, she switched the CD player on and sat down on the ground.
Taking her military boots off revealed her small, shaply feet. Tossing them to the side, she got up and pulled off her skirt and underneath was some well fit black boxer-like shorts. Letting her hair down, she pushed play on her boombox and the room filled with the sweet melody of Fur Elise.
Automatic, she started dancing to the insturmental song. Gracefully, she pointed her toes to the air while doing slow turns and jumps. Usually she had her hair up when she practiced, but she was going to bed soon anyway so what did it matter? She had been doing ballet and modern dance for years, and was hoping to get a break somewhere in this town.
Dancing was her way of keeping sanity. With all the problems of the day, she usually just came home, and unleashed all the bottled emotions out in a dance or song. And trust me, she had enough problems. Illana knew her fiancee was with another woman. She knew it. But what could she do? She was only 110lbs, and her husband was that x3. She had learned the hard way that talking back to him was the worst thing she could do.
But why did she stay with him? Did she really love him enough to go through the pain? The abuse? No, that wasn't it. She needed someone to help her support her daughter. She had always been alone and without, but she didn't want that for Jenny. Hell, atleast he supported them though. He may have been an asshole, but atleast he paid rent. She had her own job, but usually her paycheck went to her foolish dream.
A foolish dream it was, but it was all she had. All of these thoughs buzzed around in her head like an angry swarm of bees as she twirled, jumped, and gracefully danced to the rhythm of the night. She needed love, but the only love she had besides an adoring child was the sound of Fur Elise ringing in her ears.
A/N: Wow, it took me a while to write this one believe it or not. Umm, I don't want to spend to long talking right now, so I'll just say this: She's obviously a dancer for those smart people who noticed, and her fiancee is a real ass so that about sums it up. I don't want to give too much away, so I'm going to crawl back into my secret cave and watch Chicago some more. Yes, you know you want to too. Ha.
~*~Bonez~*~
After unloading some blankets and portable air beds, Illana tucked in the sleeping Jenny on one in the living room. After giving her a small kiss on the forehead, she grabbed her small chrome boombox and so as not to disturb the child, she walked into her new room.
The whole area was bare execpt for one green air mattress she had laid out. The stained tan carpet made the white walled room even more plain, which didn't make Illana too impressed. Sighing, she switched the CD player on and sat down on the ground.
Taking her military boots off revealed her small, shaply feet. Tossing them to the side, she got up and pulled off her skirt and underneath was some well fit black boxer-like shorts. Letting her hair down, she pushed play on her boombox and the room filled with the sweet melody of Fur Elise.
Automatic, she started dancing to the insturmental song. Gracefully, she pointed her toes to the air while doing slow turns and jumps. Usually she had her hair up when she practiced, but she was going to bed soon anyway so what did it matter? She had been doing ballet and modern dance for years, and was hoping to get a break somewhere in this town.
Dancing was her way of keeping sanity. With all the problems of the day, she usually just came home, and unleashed all the bottled emotions out in a dance or song. And trust me, she had enough problems. Illana knew her fiancee was with another woman. She knew it. But what could she do? She was only 110lbs, and her husband was that x3. She had learned the hard way that talking back to him was the worst thing she could do.
But why did she stay with him? Did she really love him enough to go through the pain? The abuse? No, that wasn't it. She needed someone to help her support her daughter. She had always been alone and without, but she didn't want that for Jenny. Hell, atleast he supported them though. He may have been an asshole, but atleast he paid rent. She had her own job, but usually her paycheck went to her foolish dream.
A foolish dream it was, but it was all she had. All of these thoughs buzzed around in her head like an angry swarm of bees as she twirled, jumped, and gracefully danced to the rhythm of the night. She needed love, but the only love she had besides an adoring child was the sound of Fur Elise ringing in her ears.
A/N: Wow, it took me a while to write this one believe it or not. Umm, I don't want to spend to long talking right now, so I'll just say this: She's obviously a dancer for those smart people who noticed, and her fiancee is a real ass so that about sums it up. I don't want to give too much away, so I'm going to crawl back into my secret cave and watch Chicago some more. Yes, you know you want to too. Ha.
~*~Bonez~*~