Trigger Warning!
I will not be specific in my warnings, so I don't give anything away that may happen within the chapter. From here on, you will only see TW, if there happens to be a bad trigger involved.
I have put in the synopsis that this is a dark story with many triggers, so I want everyone to be prepared.
Stay Sexiii<3
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After class, I ran so fast I could've won a record. My heart ached, and a few tears fell from eyes I thought wouldn't cry another tear again. Obviously I broke that while crying at the freaking nightclub, but after, I thought I'd locked my feelings in a lockbox. When I passed through the door of the lecture hall, I knew I should've just missed the class and took the L. I was already nervous with what had happened at Mr. Bowman's, on top of the memory that leaked through, I was already emotionally drained, but when Tylor said those words, everything felt like it was falling apart.
Fucking his daddy.
I breathed in, taking as much air as I could. I had a couple more classes today that I just could not miss. I went into the boys bathroom and splashed some water on my face. Peering into the mirror, blood shot eyes with empty grey irises peered back.
Sweat hit my body, as the pain continued to rip through me. The walls looked so dirty and cold. I felt a small tear escape my eye, as the pain became worse.
I splashed more water on my face trying to break my mind of the memories. I needed to go to my other classes.
After taking a deep breath, I pushed out of the bathroom and walked to my classes focusing on the work at hand.
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As my last class finished up, I practically fell out of the classroom. Sadly for me, I still had the long walk home.
When I finally made it to the apartment complex, I passed through to the stairs, not wanting to wait or be with anyone in the elevator. Running up the flights of stairs, I threw open the door and ran to my apartment. Slamming the door behind me and locking it, I slumped to the ground. I felt as if I was having an anxiety attack and couldn't breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut and brought my knees up to my chest and rocked a bit.
No! I will not allow anymore to break through! I crawled from the door to the side of my bed, where my side table sat.
"Good little boy." A gruff voice whispered in my ear, as my body began moving up and down more quickly. "Take it all." The voice moaned and his sweat continued to drip on me. I just continued to stare at that dirty looking wall.
I quickly threw open the drawer and grabbed my little pocket razor blade. Pulling my pants and boxers down, I slowly made a cut along the skin of my pubic bone. The slow sting brought me back to reality and centered me. I breathed heavily and dropped the blade, as the trickle of blood made a slow trail down my thigh.
I still had my bag on my back, so I took it off and dropped it next to me. In my haste of leaving class, I didn't fully zip it all the way closed. The book bag dropped, and a small piece of paper fell silently to the ground. I took it and looked it over.
If you are ever feeling not okay, reach out to this number by text only.
I reached for my iPod and scrolled to text the number. Before texting, I downloaded a different app that made my texting anonymous. I didn't need anyone trying to track me or anything.
I quickly typed my message and sent it, saving the number under Mystery Helper 🪄.
Me: Um..Hello. I was told to text this number, if I was having some issues I wanted to talk out.
I instantly regretted it as dread fell through me. What if Mr. Bowman gave me the number as a joke to get back at me for seeing his most private activity. I could feel my face heating up, as I remembered it. Shaking my head, I threw the iPod on my bed and stayed laying on the floor. I watched as the blood stopped leaking out of the small slice I had made. I didn't cut myself to kill myself. I only did it to relieve my mental anguish.
I heard the ding of iPod. Reaching my hand back on the bed and grabbing it, I looked at the message I had received.
Mystery Helper 🪄: Hello. I'm here to talk, whenever you need.
I inhaled. I think I read the message four times, before I actually breathed out. I didn't know what to say. I sat the iPod back down and decided to just get up and bandage myself. I winced slightly, as I fully picked myself off the floor. Looking at the clock, I had sat there in my self pity for over an hour and a half. It was already 7:30pm.
Making my way to the bathroom, I cleaned the small wound with alcohol. It stung and I hissed. I threw the bloody tissues away and hopped into the shower. I made the shower quick, since I had to be at the club by 9 and it took about 45 minutes to walk there. Getting out, I quickly bandaged myself, so no breakthrough bleeding would damage my uniform. I glanced at the uniform. There was a nice black button up with the Wolf Fang logo on the left chest side. The pants were a little embarrassing. The guy, Carlos, handed them to me with a smirk. Tight black leather pants. I blushed when I had received them. I remember Carlos chuckling saying I needed to fit in with the design of the club.
Grabbing my iPod, I went to put music on, when I realized I never texted the number back.
Me: Nevermind. This was a mistake. I'm sorry.
Once it sent, it was within seconds the number texted back.
Mystery Helper 🪄: Whenever you need anything, text me and I'll be there to help.
My heart warmed a bit realizing I may actually have someone to talk to.
I quickly walked over to where I had placed the uniform and got dressed, letting my hair air dry. I grabbed a new pair of black boxers to put on, careful not to hit my bandage.
When it came time to put the pants on, I literally had to lay back and wiggle them on, jumping the rest of the way to get them over my petite booty.
Looking at myself, I actually did not look half bad. The leather pants squeezed my little ass and made it pop. I looked around for the shoe box the man had given me. He told me they were the best shoes to wear for the job because they were padded on the inside, which made it comfortable when standing for long hours.
I opened the box and observed a pair of black converse. They were all black. Not even the soles were white. I admired them and pushed the inside to feel how squishy they were. I was excited to say the least. My shoes I had currently have seen the last of their days, but I didn't have enough money to buy a new pair with rent being $650, and me only being able to work the one part time job at the café. Hopefully now that I had been chosen for this new job, I would make a little more.
I sighed to myself. Alright let's do this! I laced my shoes up, grabbed my hoodie and made my way to the club. I felt in better spirits now that I had my mind set on the job. A small smile creeped on my face. Things were looking up.
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As I walked in, I was greeted by Carlos, as he rushed over to me, his eyes gleaming. My heart skipped a beat. He was beautiful, and I liked his smile. He didn't make me breathless like Mr. Bowman's authoritative gaze, but it was close.
"There you are!" Carlos said, as he grabbed my hand, "We are just about to open!"
Carlos pulled me to the bar and got me set up. I showed him a couple of my favorite drinks to make. As he watched me, he looked to be in awe.
"You're going to be perfect!" He said, "Don't worry about the boss. He is going to like you as long as you continue to bring in the profit. Just don't make eye contact with him unless told."
My heart began beating a little harder than normal. This boss sounded a bit scary. I shook it off and prepared myself, as the doors were opened.
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I was on like my three hundredth drink, when a man sat down in front of me. I observed him with a bunch of tattoos, which reminded me of Mr. Bowman. He had a bright straight smile with canines that looked quite sharp. I'm not talking like a vampire or anything, but they just seemed more prominent.
"Hi." He said, leaning in closer, so I could hear him. "You must be new."
My eyes connected with hazel eyes. I observed his black hair was slicked back. He was relaxed and continued to smile at me. He had a soft looking black beard that almost covered his lips.
"Yes. Yes I am." I reply, grabbing my mixer, "Is there something I can get you?"
"You mean other than you?" He said, and his smile seemed to reach his eyes. I cough and laughed, feeling a bit uncomfortable. I forced my body to relax though because I needed a good tip.
"Yes, other than me." I chuckled to him and looked down at my hands.
"I'll take a glass of tequila. Old fashion." He replied, leaning back.
I nodded and got to work on the drink.
Finally bringing it to him, I grabbed a coaster and a napkin before passing it along. He reached for it and lightly touched my hand, making me tremble a bit.
Something about this guy kind of scared me. I didn't think much of it though, since I was in a nightclub that doubled as a strip joint. I had already met a lot of strange people, so what was one more?
After taking a drink, I heard a loud growling sound and almost dropped the cup I had been wiping down. Looking in the direction I thought the sound came from, I made contact with a mixture of yellow and green glowing eyes. They held so much hate, I froze and began to tremble. I took in exactly who those eyes belonged to.
Mr. Bowman.