FOREPLAY // STYLES

CONFESSIONS | ONE

The cold water from the tap hitting the clear sink bowl slowly making it's way down the drain. Feeling the water soak into her skin, she watched with a empty look on her face as the small trickles of hair clung to the side of her round face.

Her skin was on fire, and her eyes were not so bright as they grew more dull from her overthinking. She was thin, and wore a strappy halter dress that reached mid thigh. Her soft sobs bounced off the bathroom walls of the tiny all white bathroom.

A usually happy girl, with mesmerizing chestnut-colored eyes. Whenever anyone talked to her, she'd begin to bounce slightly from so much excitement and smile bright. However now her faults affected her very social skills, she was a truly amazing woman.

The sound of the bathroom door rang in her ears, allowing her to finally realize it was about time for her to collect herself, and resume. Swiping the slight tears that fell, she shut off the tab. Taking one last glance toward the dirty mirror, she pinched both her chunky cheeks, adding a touch of color, making her way out the door.

A smile curled onto her lips as she made her way toward the living space. Sitting down in the wooden chair now seated in the center of the room, she crossed her legs ready.

"You sure your really ready?" The red head in the room asked her, trying to make sure she wasn't pressuring the fragile girl across from her. Her voice strong laced with a bit of concern so that she didn't seem she could give two fucks about how she felt in the moment.

"Y'know you asked me this when you brought up the idea." She spoke softly, turning to her attention to the black camera that was set up behind the red head, preparing herself for the secrets she was ready to share.

And before they knew it, the camera that was rested behind the ginger was on. The red light blinking allowing the two of them to know the process was about to begin and now they were both on display.

"It's October 12, 2017, I am Violet Malcoms. Please state your name for the video please." the ginger spoke out loud for the camera to pick up her voice clear enough

"M'names Ivy Jean Freeland." She spoke match the same pitch as the girl across from her. Trying to remind herself to breathe, she slightly pinched the skin on her index finger. 

"So agreed to talk to me today, letting me in to your deepest secret. Uncle Daddy." Violet spoke reading off the few cue cards she made up so that this whole thing was well organized and not just her rambling and losing her thoughts as she tended to at times.

"Yeah, him." Ivy sighed looking away from the camera down to her ring clad fingers, each one filled with a different style from the others. Now coming to terms with what she actually agreed to. She was ready to bare herself like she never did before.

"Okay, so tell about the day you first met him." Violet asked reading the first off her cards 

Ivy began remembering the day her life changed for worst or best. She always thought back to that day, if she didn't go or even attend that wedding that day she may not have to deal with the pain of her heartbreak that she's been dealing with since their last encounter.

"Is it bad, that I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I flew back to Buckinghamshire for Gina's wedding, it was so beautiful. I remember seeing her in her gown and thinking she looked like an actual princess." She spoke flashing back to that faithful day...

She stood up along with the other guest at the wedding watching the bride make her way down the aisle toward her future husband. She couldn't believe her eyes, one of her childhood friends was getting married. The smile the played out on her lips wider than before.