All Chapters of CLUBROOMs DIARY: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MALAYINA.   May 17th 2018   I lay in my bed. Screaming amid a pool of sweat. The darkness will not let go of me, and I struggle against her embrace as I drown in her sea of agony. "No!" I exclaim. "No! Please release me." I toss and turn, my limbs tangling in the sheets as my head thrashes against the warm pillows of the hotel. "Mikros (little one), calm down. You're safe, I am here." I can hear his gentle voice attempting to reach me as he calmly tries to pull me out of my nightmare. I continue to follow his voice as it leads me out of the tunnel and into the light. As I open my eyes, I jerk awake, panting for air. Morning has come. My room is illuminated by the sun, and I turn to face Amar. I throw my arms around his neck. "We're alive," I cry. "It wasn't real, none of it was real." I cling to him tightly as he tries to pry my arms away. Not because he does not want me to embr

LISAMay 17th 2018 I sit up, clutching the side rails of my bed as I watch my knuckles turn white. I need to use the bathroom and I'm sick of ringing the damn bell, waiting for a nurse to fart arse about looking for a bedpan before I can take a piss. I repetitively press the button that's hooked up to the morphine. A few seconds later, a chill runs through my veins, followed by an overwhelming sense of giddiness.I swing my legs over the side of the hospital bed, wincing as my bare feet touch the cold surface of the floor.  I wince a second time as I rip the IV drip from my hand.Not because it hurt. But, as I watch the amount of blood streaming from the tiny hole, it reflects that it would have stung like a bitch. I can not help but admire the scarlet red liquid in all its glory as it cascades down the side of my hand, staining the floor with tiny droplets.On wobbly feet, I stand, trying to put all my

CADDIE   May 17th 2018   I eagerly await Mal's arrival. I am holding Vanko accountable for his promise to bring her over so I can witness for myself how well she is doing. To be quite honest, I have already changed my clothing three times, touched up my makeup every twenty minutes since 8 a.m., and sprayed a shitload of my favourite perfume on. All of this is to prepare for the possibility that he will come to the door and catch a glimpse of me. I want him to fully grasp what he is missing. I reapply clear lipgloss to my lips, comb my fingers through my hair, and return my gaze to Jaxson, who is currently having his first nap of the day. I stand by his crib, keeping a watchful eye on him. My face curls into a gradual smile. Even though he has Ace's blood coursing through his veins, I will always love him unconditionally, and while I have no idea where Ace has gone, to be honest, I could not care less.

MALAYINA May 22nd 2018 The sun is obscured as the clouds shift and the beautiful sky turns gloomy. I stand with Caddie and Chad under the big willow tree as the rain starts to cascade upon us. As the last speech is being said by Laylas parents, I wipe the lone tear that glides down my flush cheeks. My heart breaks for them. I know what it is like to have someone ripped out of your life at the hands of another. Ice begins to crystallize in my veins.  A mother should never have to bury her sweet, sweet princess. The casket begins to drop into the pit, people gather around the gravesite, placing their red roses on top as they whisper their final goodbyes.Today is Laylas funeral. Yesterday was Maddies. I'm still trying to come to terms that they're gone. I look over at Chad. Caddie has her arms wrapped around him like fire bands as his body trembles.

CHAD May 22nd 2018   The loud crackling sound of fire echoes in my ears as burning phantom pains lick my skin. My eyelids feel heavy as I look through clouds of tears that haven't subsided in multiple days. They say time heals all wounds.  Whoever said that needs a bullet between the eyes the lying bastards.  I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to concentrate on elevating my breathing. With every passing day, my screams of remorse fill the rooms in my home. My sense of seclusion in my house has been shattered as the terrors of that fatal night that claimed Layla, Maddie and my Club haunt me day and night.  "Chad? Did you hear what I said?"  I slowly draw the curtains up, revealing my brown eyes as I look at detective Evie. "No, sorry," I admit, brushing a hand over my face as I release a shaky breath.  "Are you sure you're up for this? We can always do this another day wh