Taking the Risk

Insecure -7

Aynslee Velasquez

Aynslee had Maryanne leave when she found her knocked out on the bed snoring after Aynslee put on the last outfit around 6:50pm. Maryanne was sleepy drunk and didn't know what was going on when Aynslee woke her up. When Maryanne left after making sure Aynslee would be okay.

She took a nice hot shower, something Aynslee hadn't had in a very long time, she knew that Tyson would be back soon, and she could have sworn that Maryanne said that he was taking her out to dinner tonight. Her ankle didn't hurt as bad as it did when the pain meds she found out she was on wore off. So, she is walking a whole lot better, still limping a little but not very much to the point where it could be noticed.

Coming out of the bathroom, steam slithering out behind her, she looks outside. It is dark and there are plenty of street lights and cars zooming by, and some cars are parked. Looking at the clock it reads: 8:45pm. She didn't know when Tyson would be here so instead of daydreaming about how the dinner is going to go, she took her time getting ready.

Straightening her hair, painting her nails with nail polish that Maryanne bought her along with the clothes, shaving (using NAIR) on her legs; she sometimes laughed at herself because she could not remember the last time she tried to get all dolled up for a date. Except in high school and her first date with Patrick. The thought of Pat made her skin crawl, but she knew that he'd find her, somehow.

Even whenever he was in jail, he'd have his "goons" or "boys" always keep a close eye on her to make sure she wasn't "creeping". When it was really him that was doing all of the creeping behind bars with random girls, his baby mama, and the occasional male oral for extra favors.

She steps into the vivid red dress that is medium length and skirt that flares out when she twirls.

The sleeves are a mid-arm, along with the black wedges. She checks herself in the mirror and smiles at herself. She knew that she look good, but deep down there is a boiling insecurity about her weight that nearly claimed her life when she was in the 12th grade.

Throwing up so much has caused her many issues and she was on the brink of death. She was always weak, sometimes she could hardly speak, and her skin was always dry no matter how much lotion or shea butter she put on, also she was always sick and barely made it out of high school due to too many sick days. But, she always made sure that her grades were always on point, in high school or in the hospital. She wanted so much for herself and not even being bulimic was going to stop her.