Post by JENNIFER ADELINA PRITCHARD on Sept 14, 2013 23:20:28 GMT
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And I wanna cry, I wanna learn to love
But all my tears have been used up
The thing about Jennifer was that she was a hard woman to decipher. Most of the time, she didn't know how she was feeling anymore, so how would anyone else be able to tell? This woman, this frail human woman, felt hollow. She had done so little with her life; especially with the fact of what her career used to be. But just because she was in hiding in Manuka, didn't mean that she had to hide in the inside of her home. It was small too, barely any furniture. She couldn't afford a thing, since she left her home with barely any money, she could hardly steal from her husband. Yes, she had been married. She still was technically, but whenever anyone asked, Jenna like to keep that fact out of her conversations. To her, she had never married Lawrence, he did not exist, not there. She wasn't looking for anyone else though, she knew what men were like; all they wanted a woman for was her body.
When she used to get call ins for her services, some of the people had seemed so nice and lovely, but in the end all they wanted had been sex. Her body. The pleasure that the act could give them, and she had felt dirty. The woman had avoided humanity for a long time since she had married out of the profession, but it wasn't like being married was any better. Jennifer was not a complete outcast, she did like to meet new people, and she did favour women over men, but she would give some men a chance too. As long as there was no sign at all of flirtation, she was fine by it. Like she had said before, she didn't really like to sit in confined spaces, especially alone, so she decided to go to the local club. She hadn't heard of it before now and it didn't matter about the reputation it had, she would just go in, see if there was anything worth while for her there, and if there wasn't she could always just go home.
Jennifer didn't even dress up too much. She wore her trusted jeans, and some black boots, coupled with a light blue jumper that hid her curves. She put her hair up though, and the make up on her face was bare minimum; some mascara and clear lip gloss. She didn't look like she had tried at all, and well, she hadn't. She didn't need to try as she wasn't looking for anyone, at most she wanted to be free and dance a little. Let the music to consume her. Jenna had always had so few things, that the value she saw in the things she did have was great. She treasured every cent she had, as well as every item of clothing. She had never been rich, and now, even more so, but looking back at what she had to call home now, well, it was barely home at all. It was a bed and a rood over her head with the money that she could scrape together, and she knew that after tonight she would just have to find some sort of job to be able to keep this place over her head for longer.
The club ... Well, the club was something that she had not quite seen before. There were just so manypeople. Males and females alike, a lot of then looking so much younger than her twenty-seven years. Jenna wondered what the hell she was doing? Never the less, she made her way in and was hit in the face by a heat of people. All close to each other, milling around. Taking a deep breath, she walked in further. However, she didn't know if she could do it, claustrophobia setting in. She shook her head, so that a few dark strands framed her face. She wished that she had left her hair out now, but whatever.
The woman then took a moment just to listen to the music, eyes open as she caught the rhythm. However, then her eyes kept flashing to one male face, then another, her paranoia of being touch was enhanced times a thousand as she could feel people touching her waist, hair, neck. The breaths she now took were heaving, and she just turned around on the spot not knowing what to do. The music was loud, oh so loud, and she choked out a sob. She didn't know why she was there, as Lawrence's face kept flashing in her mind, in this darkened club that smelt of terror. That was when she finally felt arms around her waist. A gasp escaped her mouth as she saw a drunk guy, pulling her closer. Jennifer struggled, but he refused to let go. She started writhing then, hitting his chest as he slurred words attempted to soothe her. The only thing that Jenna could do then, was kick him in the shin as she pushed his away from her, so so lost, that she stood rooted to her spot, having cause a scene. So much for staying invisible.
