1 - fucked up now

DOVE

"Bitch, I will make your life fucking miserable, you dare slap me?” he yelled at the top of his voice.

He reached out to grab my hands but I jerked backward, shoving him to the side and then making a run for it.

A run straight to the changing room.

"You are fucking a dead meat." He continued yelling and his voice faded as I ran.

Each step felt heavier than the other as my heart pounded so fast as the realization of the situation began to stick me.

My rent, my father’s debt, my college tuition what’s happening them now. Suppose I get sacked for slapping a VIP member.

When I reached the door I creaked it open, then a sigh of relief flushed through my body.

In a split second, I heard footsteps fast approaching, just outside the door, before I could react and take cover the door creaked open as I watched the doorknob turn.

I glanced around to see if I could see anything I would use as a weapon but it was too late.

"Dove. What the heck is wrong with you?" My manager, Chris arced a brow at me in fury.

A sigh of relief flushed down my spine, hearing Chris my annoying manager's voice. He was clearly angry but I still felt better at least it’s not that maniac from the VIP.

"I...I am--" he cut me off.

"Didn't I tell you about the rules in the VIP section?" He continued

"No restrictions there. I can’t believe I even let you do this, just this one time and you can't even do it right. You are better off striping in non VIP section"

I crossed my arms around my torso. "I am sorry Chris, I don’t know what got over me I just couldn't stand him touching me like that."

Chris furrowed his eyebrows at me looking unimpressed. "But you begged me for this, what happened to your confidence?"

He continued. "I wouldn’t let you ruin my reputation"

He pointed a finger at me. "You fucking stay here, let me go and find out the extent of your actions. I can’t believe this. Do you know who the fuck that is?"

He pretended to throw something an imaginary object in the air, then shot me a devilish stare before reaching out for the door, slamming it close behind him.

As he left, came a brief silent, a suffocating one. My body became sweaty as my heart raced times two, a stream of sweat sliding down from my forehead.

I crossed my arms as I waited for my final verdict when he returned.

But there was no way I would let that drunken maniac have me. Spanking me and moving his hands down there was something I couldn’t handle.

The thought of a man whose breath was rotten as this man touching me any more than he did alone made me want to throw up.

Pathetic. He should work more on his hygiene than looking for somebody’s body to work his filthy hands on.

My life is fucked now for sure and I know it, I just got myself into a big mess, just before I was preparing to come to the club. My landlord approached and gave me three days, just three days to pay out the rent or else pack out. I tried to plea but he didn’t even give me the chance to.

His words echoed in my head.

"More time… The same thing you said the last time. That my dear I don't have anymore" he muttered as he left me staring at him from the street.

My college tuition too is there, I have been saving up for that. But after my father got involved with those dangerous gangs. All my money has been going to the gang for weeks now to repay his debt.

All he does is go to the casino or club, drink, gamble, get thrown out, and come back drunk. And recently even after spending everything he still continues the cycle even after promising me on different occasions he would stop.

Each time he just Left me to clean up his mess.

"Girl I heard what happened. Are you okay?" A sharp familiar voice pierced through my thoughts.

I was so lost in my thoughts without realizing it when Anthony entered the room.

He rushed towards me with a hug, then patted my hair to one side.

"Girl I know that VIP was too toxic for you" he continued.

"Should I go back there and give him a smackdown of his life? We'll make it another big WrestleMania fight." He whispered in my ears.

I rolled my eyes, and when we locked eyes, we both burst into laughter at the same time.

"Get out of here," I said, punching him repeatedly.

"You are crazy"

"But seriously Girl--" he said

I caught him off. "It's my fault, I thought I could handle it but just couldn't"

I learned closer to him. “That old fool breathe smelt rotten, mixed with the smell of alcohol all over his body”

He chuckles as he tilts his head.

“What?” I asked at his sudden amusement.

Anthony has been the one person in this work who always tries to put a smile on my face. Always looking out for me.

Earlier when I came to work today I pleaded with Chris to allow me to strip in the VIP section since there are more prominent figures there and because of more money. My plan was to get money for my rent for this night.

It was either that or suicide. And I chose the hard part first.

Before I could say another word, Chris appeared with two guards.

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering against my ribs. "I am sorry Chris, I promise it will not happen ever again."

I lie. I would never let myself be compromised like that.

Bent to my knees but Chris held me up.

"There's no need for that." His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in it. "Of course, It wouldn’t happen again"

His words sent shivers of relief down my spine. Before his next words shattered me.

"You are fired"

He nodded to the two guards. "Take her out of here."

“I don’t want to see you here ever again.”

The next thing I know one of the guards hopped effortlessly from the ground to his shoulders.

"Chris please I promise it wouldn’t happen again...I promise.....I need this. I have learnt my lesson" I plea swinging in the air.

But he just ignored me and gave me the silent treatment.

I tried kicking in the air, but my efforts barely had any impact.

When he reached the door he tossed me out like trash, my bag following.

****

The ride home was long, all I did was listen to the squeakily sound of tires against asphalt. All I wanted now was to take a shower then have a long rest, and think about my worries tomorrow.

But rest was no rest for me, at least not yet.

I knew Dad would be out by now, probably gambling or drinking so I would have my peace.

When I reached the front door, I knew peace was far away from my life as the door was slightly open.

Something was wrong.

At first, I thought it was some thieve but after moving closer I started hearing voices.

"Please...I am not lying to you she will soon be here" Dad groaned in pain.

"You lied to us, how could you?" The voice of another man was very harsh and cold.

It seems Dad was tied to a chair and beaten.

"I promise she will soon be back, if you want I can take you to where she works" Dad muttered in pain.

"Search the house, road check anywhere. Just fucking find the girl" a cold voice from the man interrogating Dad giving orders.

I need to hide or run anything now.

I tiptoed to the backyard before I could reach the garden, I felt a strong arm grab my wrist, pulling me inside the house.

I tried to struggle but there was no use or impact at all.

"Boss I found her" the man grabbing my wrist yelled as we entered the room.

Dad groaned in pain as the man gave him repeated punches to his goats.

"You can have her... There she is all yours. She is also a virgin."

I swallow hard.

What's going on? What does he mean?

Before I could ask any questions, I got hit from the back of my head making my vision fade instantly.

Just darkness.