Chapter 7

Hazel’s POV

I picked up my phone as I found my way out of the bathroom, naked. The place wasn’t really crowded and I’d called Alesha who informed me about the secret way out that was only meant for emergencies.

“Don’t ask.” I snarled as I got into her car and mentally slapped myself, the look Damian had on his face when he’d walked in on me naked still surfaced in my head and I closed my eyes out of frustration.

“I know you told me not to ask but where the fuck are your clothes?” She asked with her eyes wide as she handed me the new clothes she had at her back seat.

Alesha always held extra clothes just in case she wouldn’t come back home and would need to work the next day. I rolled my eyes as I ignored her questions because that would only lead to me telling her about masturbating in the bathroom and Damian walking in on me.

“Okay, don’t answer.” She laughed and the look I gave her made her stop laughing as she drove out of the driveway.

I made up my mind not to go to the club the next day and I vowed that I would never work for Damian anymore, he could do whatever he wants as long as he’s my boss but if he isn’t then he has nothing on me.

I sighed as I laid on my bed and closed my eyes in a bid to rest from all of the day’s stress that I’d gone through and my phone buzzed again, I recognized the number and so I immediately sent it to voicemail.

‘Hi miss Hazel Wallace, this is to inform you that your payment for Mr Callum Wallace life support is long overdue and failure to pay anytime soon might lead to us pulling the plug. Please call us back as soon as possible to know the next line of action.’

I listened to the voice mail and closed my eyes as I let the tears flow freely, I couldn’t allow them to pull the plug on my brother, I closed my eyes again as I replayed the memory from the accident.

“Get a grip on yourself!” My mother yelled at my father, it wasn’t the first time we’d seen them fight but it was definitely the first time they’d gotten into such heated argument in front of us.

Sometimes I wonder how they’d both met, both were recovering addict until they relapsed, I hated both my parents but they’d promised to be better for me, for Callum, for us. They’d said they wanted to be a better parent and they soon started attending AA meetings.

My father tried his best but my mother on the other hand never made life easy for him, she would constantly remind him of how she was the one taking care of everything in the house without his help just because he was unemployed.

He got a job and everything soon start moving fine until he found out in the car, on our way to Disney land that my mother was cheating on him with his boss. I could see the hurt in his eyes and as badly as he didn’t want to address it, he couldn’t help it.

“Really, I was out there bursting my ass, working it off just so I could afford a better life for all of us while you were busy fuc—“ he cautioned himself as he took a look at the back seat.

He really was trying, he didn’t want to say the f word in front of I and my brother and since he’d promised to be better, he kept his cool as I say there motionless watching my parents bicker back and forth.

I wanted to enjoy this day, it was Callum’s fourth birthday and probably the only time we would ever get the best of the day, I was grateful when my father decided he wasn’t going to say anything, at least not when we were there.

I had the best day with Callum and we both had no idea what had happened but our parents ordered us to get in the car and we did as we were told but they never stopped arguing.

I saw the truck that had appeared in front of us and fear gripped me when my parents eyes weren’t on the road, Callum was scared as he’d started crying already and I tried to bring their attention to their reckless driving.

“Mum, Dad!” I yelled but it was too late as we collided with the truck and everything went black.

I opened my eyes in an unfamiliar room and I tried to think about how I got there but I couldn’t, the people who’d come to break the news to me told me that I’d lost both parents in the accident and it was most likely that my brother never get to live a normal life.

I was with him, I should’ve tried my best to protect him, I should’ve done all I could to save him but I didn’t and my brother has to depend on life support.

The child services came and took me away until I was eighteen and had decided to stay on my own. My foster parents were also as horrible and they’d decided not to do anything to help my brother since I was the only one they took in.

I wouldn’t stop blaming myself for what had happened to my brother, I stood outside, unable to go to him because sometimes, I couldn’t stop the feeling of guilt that took over me.

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I dried my eyes and got rid of the tears as I picked my phone back up to call the doctor, I’d told him I would be meeting with him first thing tomorrow morning to discuss what should be done with my brother.

The blaring sound of my bedside alarm jolted me out of my sleep and made me jump slightly in fear as I pushed it to stop it from buzzing, I cleaned the bead of sweat that was forming on my forehead.

I picked up my phone to check the time and it was 9:08AM, I hurriedly made my way to the bathroom and I got ready for my meeting with Callum’s Doctor.

“Welcome Miss Hazel.” I greeted as we both made our way to his office and he offered me a seat.

“How is he doing?” I asked, referring to my brother and the doctor heaved out a sigh.

“There’s still no response and you’re owing us, it’s been years and we don’t know for how long we can keep supplying him with the oxygen he needs especially with your debt,” he started and I looked down at my dress as I carefully played with my skirt.

“What do you suggest we do now?” I asked and what he’d said next was what I wasn’t expecting to hear.

“It’s been years, Hazel. You can pull the plug now, he’s probably never going to respond to treatment.” He explained and I stopped him.

“No, we’re not doing that, if this is about what I’m owing then I’ll pay up, it might take sometime but I will definitely pay up.” I explained as I asked for the hospital’s account number to make a transfer.

“I’ve just sent 20,000 dollars. Please, keep him on, I don’t want to pull the plug yet.” I begged and the desperation could be seen in my eyes.

“You owe us approximately 6.5million dollars.” He affirmed and my eyes widened, Where was I supposed to get that huge amount of money?

I pleaded with him to give him some time and he was kind enough to agree, I went to see Callum and I told him about the stripping job, even though I’d vowed to quit, I told him I was going to take the job since there was no other alternative.

I felt a sense of calmness and it seemed like my brother could hear me even though I know he couldn’t.

I checked the time immediately I got home and it was past 5pm already, I got ready at once so as not to be late for my lesson.

Everything in the club seemed to stop as soon as I stepped in and I could feel the eyes of the hungry men follow me as I made my way to the VIP.

I smirked when I realized the effect I was causing, I got to the door and even the guards jaws dropped when the saw me.

“Hazel, here to meet Mr. Damian Gray and Miss Charlotte.” I said, snapping my fingers at the men to bring their attention back to me.

They nodded as they ushered me in, the room was unusually bright and Damian had his back to me, I smiled evilly as I walked up to him and tapped him.

“Is my teacher here yet?” I asked and his head turned, his glass almost dropping from his hand as his eyes tore me apart like claws and dagger.

That was the exact reaction I was expecting from him, he’d think I couldn’t be sexy? I couldn’t wait for him to see what I had in store for him this evening.

“You must be the new girl.” I heard a familiar voice say and I turned to see an extremely hot woman behind me, I swallowed the bile at the back of my next as I nodded.

“Come on, we don’t have the whole day.” She said as we, including Damian, made our way to a spot that had a pole. Damian sat and the lady undressed as she walked over to Damian and start seducing him.

She was seductive because even I was turned on but I felt another thing inside me and it was as though I was— Angry.

“Your turn.” I heard the feminine voice say, jolting me out of my thought.