I opened the door to free myself from whatever the hell that was going on behind me. It's dark outside and although it's May, tonight there's a bit of chill in the air, so I wrap my arms around myself.
I notice a man standing next to the door with one foot propped up behind him and the rest of his body leaning against the wall. I don't even have to look his way to know he's smoking a joint, the smell is so strong. I walk past him and decide to call my mom.
It rings and rings and finally goes to voicemail and my mom's voice fills my ear while I recite her words in my head and mouth it silently
"Hi, you've reached Ellen Hill, I'm unable to get to the phone right now but if you leave your name and number after the beep I'll get right back to you. Have a great day!"
Have a great day…I wish Mom.
" Hey Mom! It's me…Sorry I haven't called you in a few days, I've been busy. I finally got here and I know you'd be proud of me." I say and while I'm still holding the phone to my ear talking, a large man starts to approach me. I ignore him turning my back to him and try to continue on my voicemail but he puts a hand on my shoulder.
I remove my phone and hang up. Maybe he's mistaken me for someone else? He whispers in my ear and makes my blood run cold.
"Come upstairs with me and show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do." He pulls the strap of my dress down my shoulder and kisses my neck.
I'm frozen. Completely and utterly frozen in my skin.
I wiggle free from him and turn to face him. The first thing I notice is a scar that runs down his face. He towers over me with slicked-back dark hair and a full beard. He appears to be in his forties and is covered in frightening tattoos that include evil-looking clowns and skeletons. He gives me a puzzled angry look like I just upset him that I freed away from his touch.
"No thank you," I say like a weak little mouse about to be something's prey.
He becomes even angrier by my rejection, he bends down to meet my eyes and yells
"What the fuck did you just say?! Did you just..?" he gets cut off by the man still standing against the wall.
"That's enough Ghost," the man says in a monotone way, and now that I know that's Ghost I'm even more frightened because he's one of the big shots here and I just pissed him off.
My stomach twists in knots.
"I'm sorry," I say, and mean it.
He shakes his head at me in disgust and walks towards the door to the club but stops at the man by the wall and says "Where'd we find this prude?" and walks through the door.
Okay, what the fuck? Just because I didn't want to give some stranger a blow job I'm a prude? He knows nothing about me. I'm definitely not a slut but still not anywhere near a prude either. I'm in disbelief at what just happened and so shaken up that I just remain standing there while this wall guy is staring at me.
I move my feet without thinking, wishing there were any other doors to walk through other than the club. I grab the handle and look at the man who now has his head down.
"Um thank you for that," I say to him and he lifts his head to look at me and holy shit he is gorgeous, I'm back to being frozen again. He must be about 6ft tall, he's wearing black jeans and a black zip-up hoodie with the hood over his head. I can't actually see his hair but I'm sure it's just as perfect as his face. It's dark out so I can't tell his eye color either. I'm not usually a fan of men having a nose ring but my god, the hoop pierced through his nose is making me weak in the knees, and his perfectly shaped full lips...
I'm cut off by my schoolgirl thoughts when he furrows his eyebrows and snaps
"Well don't ever expect that shit again! You're clearly new here so I'll let it slide this time but refuse another and you will be kicked out just as fast as you came."
Wow. What a dick.
He clearly thinks I'm one of the bunnies so I try to explain myself
"Oh no, I think there's a misunderstanding.."
Cut off again...
"I don't care, I didn't ask." then he looks away from me, dismissing me and I'm stunned. He pushes himself off the wall with his foot and grabs the door handle that I let go of a minute ago and disappears inside.
"Fuck this," I say to no one but myself out loud.
I stand there for another minute processing what the hell just happened in the last five minutes.
I open the door, find the table that Mia and Steph are at, grab my drink, knock it all the way back, and let the liquor spill down my throat. I slam the glass on the table and say "I'm leaving" so sternly I even surprise myself. I storm away and hear Steph yell after me "Millie wait! No, don't go!" I completely ignore her and leave.
Fuck this place.