Falling

She paced the floors of the club, as the tension began to rise. It was hot and sweaty, just how she hated it. She flipped her natural bleach blonde hair back and forth, as it swayed with her majestically. Steph stood right at the stools, ordering another round of shots of some sorts, as he eyed her. He knew if she went even near another male he would attack her like a lion. The drink in her hands became luke worm as she refused to drink it. Steph was sneaky, but could play his wife like a puppet. She began to feel dizzy, as more young horny people came in. Panic rushed in, as people made her utterly nervous.

Suddenly, the majestic widow, who's name was never said aloud, stepped through the frame of the door. Her long legs and slim figure walked elegantly as the people in the crowd moved out of her path. She wore dark red lipstick, which matched beautifully with her dark brown, fluffy hair. She was created specially by god, anyone could assume.

Anna's heart sank. She had come across this widow's path numerous times before, however she could never work up the courage to say or do anything to get her attention. Her desire was stronger than many others. However if her husband had ever found out she had a deep craving to be with another woman she knew she'd be locked away in her house for god knows how long. Until she would perhaps learn her lesson.

The widow naturally stood out of the crowd, as her aura was brighter than a shooting star. Anna gazed into her dark green eyes, as her stomach filled with butterflies. She danced smoothly, but boldly. This was the first time Anna had ever looked at a woman like this. Something about this woman was so... divine. Anna bit her lip, in hopes of getting her wandering mind back to reality. However this action was unnecessary, as something else quickly got her thinking straight. A slap on her bottom shocked her, as she turned around to see some drunk man with a long beard and a stench of cigar and body oder stand confidently behind her. Her instinct was to kick his sorry ass in the nuts, however her husbands prowling eyes kept her humble.

Fear grew deep in her stomach as she saw Steph stand weakly up from his stool, and walk unsteadily towards her with anger smeared on his face.

"What the fuck was that, Anna?" His words came out slurred. "What the hell is wrong with you, you piece of rat's shit?!"

His anger grew attention to the two, as Anna stood tensely, with absolutely nothing to say. If she had moved a muscle, she would be punished. If she didn't, she'd be punished.

"Well?! Fucking talk, moron! God, you're always playing the victim, look at you! Trying to stand and look all sad! No one gives a shit! God, Anna!" He rubbed his eyes in frustration, as her sight began to get blurry with all the tears filling up in her eyes.

At this point they were the stars of the show, all eyes were on them and everyone was waiting for what would happen next. Steph took a look around at all the eyes, and slowly backed away from Anna, leaving her to be the main attention. Not even seconds later, laughs and murmurs began to fill the crowd. Anxiety stabbed her insides, and she felt herself getting faint. As if this couldn't get any worse, Steph reached out, and flipped her cup, getting cheap bear all over her silky shirt. This got the people going. All within the same moment, the crowd went silent.

Anna felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and she turned around just to have her heart stop for nearly the third time that night. It was the widow. She looked at Anna with a calm face, and then turned her attention to the crowd.

"I will ask politely to all of you, go get guns, and blast your heads open with them." Her voice was deep and smooth like butter. It sent shocks down Anna's spine and the dirty thoughts of early started to come back. As expected, the commotion of the party continued shortly after her brittle words, but her hand still rested on Anna's shoulder.

She lowered her head slightly to where her lips where nexts to Anna's ear. "Come outside with me, Anna." She said softly. Anna had practically melted. Perhaps what seemed to be the most humiliating night of her life could actually turn out to be one of the best.

The two seamlessly walked out, and were both greeted with a fresh breeze of air. Before either one of them could even get a word in, Steph came treading through the crowd and out the door. "The hell are you doing Anna? Get back in there right this instant!"

The widow glared into his dead eyes. "I will literally kill you." She lowered her eyes, angrily, "Do I make myself clear?"

He threw a stuck up expression on his hideous face and walked away, as if it was his decision to leave and not the widow's.

Anna stood, still unsure what emotions to express. She watched the widow reach into her back pocket, pulling out a black handkerchief.

"May I?" Her voice sounded like music to Anna's ears. All she could do was nod her head oddly, with a sense of awe tingling every nerve in her body. The widow began to pat down on her shirt, managing to wipe off a good amount of beer to the point where Anna was comfortable.

"They'll all go to hell, you just watch, Anna." The way she used her name made her want to fall into her arms, and get swept away to another planet.

"Uh... whats- erm- what's your name?" She said roughly.

"Anna-frid, but you can call me Frida. Ugh, men make me sick to my stomach. Please don't tell me that sicko is with you." She said, but Anna had trouble taking in the words, as Frida's movements were absolutely mesmerizing.

"Well... he's my husband." With little recognition, tears began rolling down her cheeks and her face grew red. She suddenly felt Frida's warm hand up against her cheek, wiping them away.

"Aw, tell me, what's truly wrong?" Her words somehow made Anna cry harder. It was likely because no one had ever seemed to care about Anna, and now having the woman she crushed on show the slightest bit of affection for her was enough to get her worked up.

"He doesn't let me do anything! I'm cooped up in my house all day, under his tight restrictions, while having to watch people like you walk freely down the sidewalk. Frida, I'm being controlled!" She spat out, in between cries. Frida put her arms over her shoulders, and pulled her in for a hug. She smelt of sweet perfume and her touch felt perfect on Anna. She wanted her so badly, she could jump off a cliff for her. She held Frida back, tightly. The two let go, but Anna wanted more. Though she was awfully timid, when she wanted something, she'd do what she needed to do. She placed a hand on Frida's cheek, instantly giving Frida the message.

"I've been watching you, Anna. Seen you around. I saw that pest with you each time we crossed paths, so I never approached you. I was under the impression you two had a thing, so I didn't want to barge in on you, solely for your feelings, not his. I gotta tell you Anna, I like your style." She gave Anna a smooth smile. Her heart began to race faster and faster, she couldn't keep up. The things she wanted to do in that moment made her feel reckless, but she couldn't care less.

Without a further thought, Anna felt Frida's soft lips against hers, as they indulged in a calm kiss.

"What am I going to do about Steph?" Anna said as she parted from Frida. "I really don't want to end this night right now..."

Frida crept her hands around Anna's neck, and rested her cheek against Anna's, and whispered in her ear.

"Get your stuff, leave. One in the morning. I'll be there, don't worry yourself. As for now, We'll go to my hotel room."

Anna pulled herself away from Frida, with doubt and worry overfilling her. 

"He's surely going to wake up. I can't escape." Tears filled in her eyes, as she had truly felt like she was in a never ending loop of sorrow. 

"Oh Anna, don't worry, I promise! I have a little trick," Frida took a moment to reach into the pocket of her pant leg, pulling out a white pill in a small plastic bag. "Drop this in his drink, should keep him asleep all night until dawn." She smirked, leaning back in to kiss Anna some more.