I guys it's been way too long. I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry and I missed you all so much. I can't tell you how many times I've re-read all your comments and sweet words. They mean so much too me, thank you guys for loving this story and sticking with me. Life's been a bitch but I'm surviving. I hope this chapter makes your monday. We are now moving into the dissfunctional relationship of Angelina and Brad and I have to say it's not good. Anyways, comment, tell me what you think and enjoy. I fucking love Angelle so I hope you all like this 3
The blonde woke from her sleep like a spring board, her back jolting off of her bed sheets as if lava replaced the gentle white of her covers. Her eyes had yet to open and still, cold hands moved over her softly angled face. Quickly pushing the strands of blonde that clung to the sweat-drenched skin of her face, neck and back Elle tried to breathe evenly.
Opening her eyes, the sapphire blue seemed dim among the gentle glow of the mornings sunrise, the soft light peeking through her cotton curtains.
Running her fingers through her hair, Elle released an unsteady breath of air. Her attempts failed to calm the storm that plagued her mind. Deep down she thought that the night before was just a blissful dream she so badly wanted to cling onto.
Before she could even place her feet on the bedroom floor her phone rung.
Sighing the blonde actress picked up the device.
"Hello..." She spoke, all the fatigue from her dream portraying itself in that sound that passed so easily between her lips.
"Good morning Elle." The air no longer decided to dance between her lips, instead, it clung to the muscles of her lungs. The air was cautious to leave in a puff of relief, just in case her mind was playing games on her again.
"Angelina?" Her voice was foreign even to her own ears, so soft It sounded as if she hadn't said a word at all. "You...you kept my number." Her head of gold rested against the back of her bed frame, her nose taking in the air that became breathable once again.
"Of-course Elle..."
The young star didn't reply, simply waiting for the woman of her dreams to finish the sentence that left so much open space between them.
"I was always hoping that I would be able to call you again." The older woman laughed nervously on the other line. Unlike her lover who had only awaken, Angelina had been up for an hour or so. Dressed and ready for the set.
The day they spent together was fresh in her mind. Angelina could hear her heart beat faster just recollecting the amazing night she got to spend with Elle. She wasn't sure if it was the distance or what, but just remembering that night made her happier than ever.
The two spoke for what seemed like an eternity even though it was only 3 minutes short of an hour. Through that time the blonde made some jokes and flirty comments while attempting to get ready for set that was luckily scheduled later in that morning. Giggling like a little girl, Angelina couldn't help but immerse herself completely, being happy had been so foreign to her as she attempted to fit back into the mold of the perfect wife and mother, never taking into consideration her true happiness. The happiness she didn't realize her life lacked until her eyes locked with blazing sapphires that could set any jewel to shame.
Hanging the phone up after the heart bubbling conversation with her lover, the actress placed her phone into her purse, turning around to be greeted by her husband. That term being used very lightly in her mind.
He was folding the sleeves of his designer shirt up slightly, a lit cigar hanging from his mouth, the scent setting her tempers ablaze.
"Brad," She spoke, the sides of her lips dipping into a frown.
"The kids are off to school, it's fine ." His voice was itched in that same superior and dominating tone that rattled her bones in the most unpleasant manner.
"So..." He sat himself down on their large sofa, allowing his bottom to sink into the lavish cushion. "Who is it that has my very loyal wife giggling like a little girl."
Angelina smiled to herself, the way he spoke of her as if she was nothing more than his property made her want to crawl out of her skin and become someone entirely different.
"You say that as if I'm your wife."
"Well, that's cause you are..." Angelina opened her mouth to talk but he interrupted her once more, "on paper."
The brunette wasn't sure what was going on with the man she once called her best friend. The one that trusted her so much that he told her about his sexuality when even his family hadn't known. The man who she cared so much for that saying yes was nothing but a second reaction. The one who she put her trust in enough to have children with and raise up with.
Over the recent months, Brad has begun to morph. From what? She had not the slightest clue but one thing she knew was that the man sitting on the sofa across from her is not the man that she trusted. Every-time she would look at him some part of her wanted to run and scream for help. He had become the shell of a magnificent man, caring a daunting energy with her. Over the recent months all his exes, including Tom, have been calling her constantly wondering where he had disappeared too.
Whenever she would even breach the topic her would erupt into a series of loud deterring episodes, where her voice wouldn't even be heard. This on top of his need to go to every A-list party and drag her along has become more than exhausting especially when considering her heavy heart.
"What does that have to do with anything Brad. I can talk to whomever..." The brunette spoke, turning around and making her way to the fridge.
"It's not like we are together Brad, we've..."
The next thing Angelina knew was that the door slammed close and the pitcher of water she held dropped to the ground, the finely shaped structure-shattering into small pieces of nothing.
The actress didn't know why but her fight and flight senses clicked into gear, begging her to move and yet her feet remained cemented to the floor. Her hands that shook were the only indication of the emotions that coursed through her veins. Tightening her muscles to the point where they screamed.
"You say that but to everyone your mine."
Angelina didn't realize it until her flesh was ripped by the glass that she was attempting to get way but she couldn't. Her small back bumped against the tall man behind her, his hard frame no longer comforting but nauseating to the frightened woman.
"Brad." She spoke ignoring the pain that shot up her left feet.
"Don't do anything stupid, Angelina. You wouldn't want to start any drama for our 'perfect' family."
He backed away from her, making his way out of the kitchen and around the home but before he left she heard his last words clearly despite the reasonable distance between them. "Whoever they are let them know before I do." His nonchalant tone scared her more than anything else.
All she could think about was Elle. Her sweet beautiful and amazing lover Elle. She let him know, this Brad isn't sane enough to know. This man in her house is not her best friend and therefore she refuses to take his comments lightly.
Cleaning the mess up as fast as she could, the brunette made her way out of the home, hoping that her clothing wasn't stained from the blood that had gotten all over the floor from her cuts.
. . . . . . .
"Hay guys," Elle smiled for the first time in a long time, her blond hair pulled into a messy bun that revealed the rush of her morning.
"Hay Elle, we'll need you on set in five minutes okay?"
"Sounds great Dan, thanks." She yelled back while making her way into the personal trailer given to her. Closing the door behind her, the actress began to change. She hadn't seen the beautiful Angelina on set yet so the blonde had hope that maybe she was a bit earlier than the stunning and punctual beauty she was lucky to call her lover...if that was now okay.
Making her way onto the set, Elle was updated that her co-star was actually filming her separate scene while she made her way onto the set. Knowing that Angelina was already in makeup and probably closing that scene up, the blonde made her way onto the set.
Finding a good spot she watched her lover from afar, admiring her amazing talent. After about 10 minutes she heard "cut" and as the cameras backed away she could see the brunettes face drop. Not in exhaustion but it looked like she was in...pain.
Angelina made her way about the set, telling her co-workers thank you while taking off the heavy cloak that was a part of her costume.
Elle followed her lover, watching as she made her way to her own trailer. "Elle," Angelina spoke when her eyes caught sight of those shimmering blonde locks.
"Hello beautiful," she spoke lightly, opening the trailer door for her lover. "Thank you."
The brunette seemed to be avoiding eye contact with the younger star as she made her way slowly into the trailer. Following behind Elle closed the door, locking it.
"Angelina," she spoke watching as the older woman unfastened her boots slowly.
"What's hurting?" The blonde moved in closer to her lover, letting her hands gently run along the curve of Angelina's waist. The actress softened at the contact from her lover, her body moving forward into Elle's hold. The young blonde moved closer moving her hands to Angelina's sculpted face, the beauty taking her breath away easily.
The young star moved in closer, pressing her soft lips against Angelina's the kiss filling her stomach with even more butterflies as her lover's arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her in. Elle wanted to dive in deeper with their kiss but her mind remembered how much pain Angelina appeared to be in mere moments earlier.
"What's hurting you, baby..."
The nick name swelled the older woman's heart, causing her cheeks to heat up to a warm peach pink.
"My...my feet, I just hurt them this morning." Angelina couldn't speak clearly with those beautiful oceans seeping into her soul and washing her in waves of warmth and love that she's never known.
Expecting some kind of response, Angelina was taken off guard when the young star asked her to take a seat. Not knowing what to say, the brunette just did as she was asked, sitting in one of the soft cushions lined against the wall of the vehicle.
Her forest greens remained locked on calming blues that looked at her with worry and care that made her feel soft. Eyes that made her want to get lost in them forever.
Moving towards her lover, Elle kneeled down, her hands taking hold of Angelina's feet.
"Elle, what are you doing?"
Her eyes moved from those breathtaking gems to the shoes on Angelina's feet, taking off her tall black heels.
"Just making sure your okay." She smiled, looking up at Angelina and then back at her feet.
Looking at Angelina's other feet the blonde paused, looking at the blood-stained bandages wrapped around her lover's feet. The younger woman looked up, her eyes looking on at her lover with a slurry of questions. The slight smile on the older woman's face revealed her reluctantly and for a moment Elle wanted to ask anyways but held herself back.
Getting up slowly, she leaned over and kissed Angelina softly, her mouth opening and taking in those full lips gently. Her hands lightly cupped Angelina's face as she poured her feelings into their kiss with a tenderness she knew Angelina needed.
"Thank you." The brunette smiled, her heart beating for the beauty in front of her despite the thoughts that collided inside her mind.