Drella Next

Soon I'm going to be ready to do the routine. I'm only a few weeks away. That could mean that in a few weeks time I'll be seeing my birth mother. Maybe I'm setting my hopes too high. There has to be a reason why she gave me up to her sister in the first place. But the clues were all there staring me right in the face. All the little comments over the years.
What if she doesn't want to meet me? She could hate me? I far too old for all this thought of rejection. What if I meet her and she isn't like the photographs? She isn't like the tapes I've watched of her dancing. She's just a normal person. I think the most terrifying thing to any child, no matter what age is realising that your father isn't superman, your mother isn't wonder woman. They're just normal, run of the mill people. People that sleep and eat and make mistakes. Sometimes those mistakes change our lives and sometimes they don't. I don't know which is more preferable to me.
I've never had expectations before. My parents dropped all expectations of me when they found out what I did in my spare time. I was expected to go to college and to amount to everything. But I never did what they wanted really. My mother expected me to marry right. I almost did. But soon enough that was dropped too.
I like not being expected to do all these great things and have this great talent. That's why I haven't told any of the other girls at the club that my birth mother is Cherry. If I do they'll expect me to be brilliant. Not just good, but spectacular. Genes don't make you special.
Someone I've gotten quite close to this past few weeks is Kim. She's the sweetest thing. She talks to me all about how some day she's going to be a psychiatrist and have her own practice. I talk to her about Vic and how much I hope he'd just grow the fuck up.
Tonight we went out. It was a 'Get Your Mind Of Of Vic' night. I was told to wear something sexy and meet her at a club which I did. I ordered a vodka and orange to ease myself into the evening. This was over six hours ago. The last time I looked it had turned three in the morning. But I didn't care. I was drunk and for the first time since Vic and I split up I wasn't feeling lonely.
I dragged Kim over to the dance floor. My hands were above my head, which inside was spinning. My hips were moving from side to side. Kim shouted above the noise that she was just going to the bathroom. I shrugged her off and carried on dancing alone. As I moved I was so close to stumbling.
Someone from behind put their hands on my hips. I couldn't turn to see who it was. But I didn't care. I was just dancing. I could feel their breathe on my neck. I finally turned around and saw a man. He was in his thirties at the eldest, with dark hair and square shoulders. He smiled at me and I ignored him. I kept on dancing but his hands never did leave my hips.
"What's your name?" he called over the music.
"Drella." I replied. "And you?"
"Daniel." he called. "I'd buy you a drink but I think you're drunk enough."
"I know I am." I laughed.
"How would you like to come with me?" he asked, his hands moving down to my thighs.
"Where would we be going?" I asked smoothly.
"The bathroom." he smiled that smile again.
I nodded and took his hand. Don't think of Vic. We walked through to the bathrooms. There was a unisex sign on the door. He raised my arm above my head and I spun around like a ballerina. We went to a cubicle and after I had walked inside he locked the door behind us.
Don't think of Vic. He pushed me up against the wall and brought his lips forcefully down onto mine. His hands went to my breasts and he started playing with them.
Don't think of Vic. His hand travelled down to the hem of my dress. He pulled it up and brought the dress around my shoulders. Then he dropped his pants. I looked at the bulge in his boxers.
Don't think of Vic. His hands went to his boxers and he pulled them roughly down. He pushed my underwear aside and was so close to me. His breath was hot against my face and I could feel the drunken heat radiating off of him. I could smell the sweat on his thighs even from up here.
"Stop!" I suddenly exclaimed. We're not together, but I couldn't not think of Vic. My Vic. But Daniel wasn't stopping. I pushed his chest roughly, sending him stumbling back against the opposite wall of the cubicle.
"What?!" he demanded.
"I can't do it." I rushed and pulled my dress down.
"What?" he muttered.
"I can't do it to him. Just... stay away from me." I snapped. Daniel grabbed my arm and gripped tightly. I gasped and tried to pull away. "Let go of me." I said through gritted teeth. He didn't. I brought my fist back and smacked it into his jaw. The sound echoed around the bathroom. "You don't know who I am or how badly I can hurt you, you hideous bastard! So let go of me." I growled. He did and fumbled with the lock. I ran out of the cubicle and through the club.
When I was outside I collapsed down onto the kerb. I got my phone out and dialled the number. My hands were shaking. My tears went down onto the screen. It dialled for a while and my breath hitched. "Hey, this is Vic. Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you." came the message.
I'm desperate. All I want is his voice, even if it's just saying he's going to get back to me some day.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? What did Drella nearly do? Do you think it's classed as cheating? What about Vic? Will he get back together with Drella? :)