authors note: so im not sure how long this is going to be but I hope you guys enjoy it
love Irissa
The white duke, that was the name that kept going through my head that night, even while I was in the hospital. I'm not sure why it kept running on and on, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. but that man who had ruined my face reminded me of that name.
It was like he was important or something. I really hoped not. If he was someone famous it would just add to my list of people I hate. Besides it is not like any one wants to be in the tabloids,
I'm getting ahead of my self. After the strange man who hit me finally got me to the hospital or so I was told I was emitted into the E.R. The dumb bastard got shards of glass implanted into my brain. So not only was my face ruined my brain could have been severely damaged. I didn't need that in my life. In my line of work I relied on my vast knowledge of writing and memorizing skills. It is what authors need. Without it I would be another homebody that no one would care to think twice about. I love it when people think about me. It lets me know I make an impression, whether it be good or bad.
I woke up the next morning to shining lights and a lot of bustling people, word had gotten out that I was under the weather. how sweet there was actually people out there who cared enough to show up. unfortutanly when I opened my eyes it was people I didn't want to see. The bastard who ruined my face was sitting by my bed side with my boss. who inadvertently was ogling over him. I thought this to be quite strange. who fucking cares about this man, he ruined my only redeeming quality about me.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed, directing my vehemence toward the man. He was taken aback, as was my boss. I was slightly shocked it even fazed my boss. he was used to the fact that I was a bitch. I let everyone I worked with I was a women not to trifle with. I wanted it that way. Life went more smoothly that way.
"Does my presence bother you?" He quietly asked.
"No," my boss intervened before I could even open my mouth. "You are more than welcome to stay with us if need be."
The man nodded and kept his place on the side of my hospital bed. which irritated me. I scrunched my face up in disgust before crying out in pain, the stiches in my face stretched my skin and pulled hard. this wasn't going to be fun. being emotionless was not something I did well. I was the type of person that showed her emotions on her face.
"Victoria, show some respect, don't you know who this man is." my boss yelled!
"no, and I could not care less until he pays for my face." I snarled. I knew something bad was going to be said. I could feel it deep in my gut.
"This," he said motioning to the man, "Is the one and only David Bowie."
crap, this is why the white duke was running through my head. anyone who was anybody in this era knew this man, it was the eighties after all. this man made it huge in 1969. and he was huge now. this was going to suck.
