Hello there readers. so I figured I would update my story since well I had time for the first time In forever. I am so sorry it takes me forever to do updates but I have a full time job and my bf and I just got a new place so we are moving in things still. ahh the joys of being an adult but I will try and update as much as possible on here since I am super excited about writing this. so please bear with me if you can I would love you all for forever and a day.
but this chapter is a teaser before we delve more in our lovely David Bowie whom we all love. or at least we do haha if youre reading this. so I hope you like this short update and send me feedback on where you would like this story to go I just might take your ideas an dedicate a chapter to you if I do use them :3 I love feed back
much love and joy to you happy readers
Irissa
Chapter four
Recouping would have been a lot easier if I would have been alone to do so. But with my luck the past few days I was not able too. The whole time I was in the hospital either David, my boss or a nurse was present, what I would have done for some privacy. It would have been decent. I didn’t understand why I was under constant supervision, is was not like I was suicidal. If only….
I looked up in the poorly light mirror, trying to figure out a way to hide my newly forming scars. There were several running down the side of my face. A large pulsating one marred my right eyebrow, this task was proving to be difficult. Looking around I saw a pair of scissors. Damn, I knew what I was going to have to do. I had to destroy my hair by mutilating it with bangs. No one looked good with bangs. Not even me.
I knew David’s home life must have been different growing up in England with women who did this with their hair. But, this was America, and I didn’t want to appease his womanizing ways with marring my hair, but I knew I had to for the sake of my face. No one needed to see my scars. At least she newly forming ones running up my arms would be easy to cover with a long sleeved shirt. New York was down cast with rain a lot.
Grabbing the scissors with regret I hacked away at my poufy brown hair when knock at my door brought me back to reality.
“Who is it?” I hissed, quickly brushing my hair into place.
“It’s time for us to leave, and I mean now. We are on a time limit.” It was David. Of course my time in the bath room wasn’t respected, but I paid him heed and grabbed the rest of my belongings to follow him out of my studio apartment. At least it was paid for the duration of my time while I was living with David.
Once we got settled in his Motel he was staying at I figured it was time to gruel him about his life, after all I was writing his story. I sat down with a tape recorder and stared into his eyes. Something was off about them, his left pupil was larger than the other. It struck me was odd that being as famous as he was he didn’t get it fixed. I would have if I was made of money. Hell even now with my face I would get plastic surgery to get myself beautiful again.
I leaned across the counter, “What happened to your eyes.”
David grinned. This was going to be good.
