Chapter 2.
I opened my heavy eyes slowly, they were reluctant to open. I was sleeping facing the bed and my hands and legs were spread out graciously.
Where was I? I was hearing voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying. From their voices. It was obvious they were a few distance away from me and they were most likely backing me.
"She has seen your face. We have to kill her. She might be a spy. We must kill her!" A voice said.
My body froze in fear and I shut my eyes close tightly.
Kill who? Me?!!!!!
"Boss. She needs to die" The voice said, applying more pressure. I heard the sound of a bullet being loaded into a gun.
*Gunshot*
Was I dead? Have I ascended and gone to heaven?
I wasn't dead but didn't I just hear gunshots? Was it my imagination playing tricks on me? I moved my finger stylishly. It moved. I wasn't dead. Thank Goodness.
I was so scared that I ended up gritting my teeth and biting deeply into it till I tasted my warm blood. What kind of shit had I gotten myself into? I tried to remember what happened the previous day but my mind was blank as a note.
My head was pounding heavily. I gave up trying to remember what I did yesterday. All I needed was how to escape this place.
"Leave her. She's not a spy. She's just a random hoe who happened to walk into the wrong room" A voice answered.
I recognised that voice. Fragments of memory gushed into my brain but my brain wasn't accepting them. I squeezed my face.
But wait, did he just call me a hoe? That bastard!!!!
Oh no! Did I sleep with him? That explained why I was probably waking up in his bed. Anguish crept into my heart and flooded it.
"You can leave Brandy" The voice said again.
"Yes boss".
I heard the door close shut. What was happening? Was I now alone with the man I probably slept with? The suspense was killing me and I didn't even realise I was holding my breath for so long.
After some time, I heard footsteps receding and a shower being turned on. My eyes opened and my heart raced. I needed to survive no matter what. There was no one in the room.
I stood up and felt a sharp pain in my left leg. Did I sprain my leg? It was so painful that I had to cover my mouth to muffle my gasp of pain. What exactly did I do yesterday?
I pushed all my weight to my right leg and tried my best to tiptoe out. I dragged my left leg along. It was like I was in a horror movie because my heart just wouldn't stop beating. Luckily enough for me there was no one outside. I hopped down the stairs and saw Taylor yelling at the workers of the club. I had never been happier to see anyone in my entire life.
"If you all don't provide my best friend to me. I swear that I'll burn this place to the ground"
"Taylor!" I said weakly with tears of joy rolling down my face. She turned and ran to me, hugging me.
"Arla. Oh my God, Arla. Are you okay?"
"Why did you leave me alone?" I wailed in her arms like a baby.
"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I'm really sorry" Taylor answered
When we got home I explained everything to Taylor who listened attentively.
"I later went home with a girl instead of fucking her in the toilet. We finished our business and we both fell asleep. Only for me to wake up this morning and realise how much I had fucked up. I called your line but it was switched off and when I got to your house you weren't there. So I had to come back here" Taylor explained.
"You're a terrible person" I said softly, smiling still with tears
"I know. I'm really so sorry for everything that happened, it's my fault. I'm just so glad you're alive" Taylor said, hugging me tightly.
I withdrew from the hug and looked at Taylor intently. Her eyes peered back into mine with curiosity.
"You want to say something?" Taylor asked softly, arching her brows.
I flustered, feeling embarrassed.
"Uhm? U-u-u-hm how do I know if I've been deflowered?" I asked, lowering my gaze shyly.
Taylor's face widened in horror. "Did you have sex?" She exclaimed standing up from the bed.
"I don't know! I don't know" I yelled in frustration "I can't recall anything that happened yesterday. I don't remember anything. That damn alcohol".
Taylor sat beside me and held my hands softly "Do you feel sore underneath"
"Not really". I nodded my head "If I truly did get disvirgined by a stranger then I do deserve it. What did I expect after ruining Griffin's life?" I cried hysterically.
"Hey, hey, hey, no we talked about that. We've gone past that. You didn't ruin his life. It wasn't your fault okay?" Taylor said comfortingly.
"Taylor. I really hurt him badly" I said sobbing badly. Taylor hugged me tightly patting my back.
"Go stick in a tampon in there and see if it hurts" Taylor suggested and my face lit up. I cleaned the tears of my face and rushed into the toilet.
" Argh!" I writhed in pain.
"You're definitely still a virgin. Your hole is still tight as fuck" Taylor heaved a sigh of relief.
I lay on the bed with my messy memories as I forced myself to remember every single thing that had happened yesterday night.
I remember how I felt, I remember that I was kissed in the most breathtaking way ever. I remember I was touched in places that ran electricity through my body. I remember craving it, loving it, letting it consume me and even begging for it. But I don't remember the face of the man who made me feel what I had never felt before.
I remember he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen but why couldn't my mind still picture his face for me.
I spread my legs open on the bed and thought about how I felt that night. His big hands on my boobs, his lips plunging deep into mine. My body responding shamelessly to his every touch. I remember how his hands trickled down my body till it found it's way to my pussy. I vibrated in ecstasy.
I shut my eyes close and slowly I imitated the way his hands moved around my body. I pressed my boobs and used my fingers to rub my hard nipples. I loved it. I ran my finger down my belly till I finally got to my pussy. My breathing was haggard and my body aches for the pleasure that was about to come.
I tickled the lips of my pussy with my fingertips, the pleasure I felt was beyond comprehension, my legs shook. I rubbed my clit slowly and softly this time and it was just too much for me. What I felt was just too much for me too handle. My eyes forced open and the realisation of what I was just doing disgusted me.
I yelled into the air with torrents of tears running down my face.
"That bastard. I hate him".
I hated myself for not remembering his face, I hated myself for craving a stranger's touch. I hated the fact that a sexual escapade with a stranger could shake me this much. I hated myself for missing it and for wishing I could meet him one day and we could continue whatever we started.
The loud music drew me back to reality. Yes, this was my dreary life. I had to forget what happened over the weekend and focus on the real world.
I plastered a fake smile on my face. I pushed a few unruly strands of hair that scattered around my face back.
"Arla!" The hostess called "Table 6". She said, handing me a tray full of expensive liquor.
"Thank you" I mouthed. The hostess smiled.
I collected the tray with my frail hands. I proceeded to the table that had made the order.
The huge bar was bustling with loud music playing in the background, the smoke in the air was choking. The air smelled thick of sweat, hot bodies, cigarettes and drinks.
Conversations flew in the air and the noise was so deafening, people could hardly hear themselves.
I got to table 6 and placed the drink expertly on the table.
"Good evening" I greeted cheerfully, trying to mask the fact that I hated my job.
I turned to leave the table and one of the men seated at the table grabbed my hands. He appeared to be in his late forties. I rolled my eyes, what was about to happen was so predictable.
"Ouuuu, this one is really gorgeous" he said to his friends. They nodded and smiled in acknowledgment.
Forty and foolish. I thought.
"How much for a night" to me. The table vibrated with laughter.
I scoffed and took in a sharp breath trying to stay calm. This wasn't the first time something like this was happening to me and oh I was so sick of it.
I looked back and tried to yank my hand off but he wouldn't budge. He tightened his grip.
The bastard.
"Please let me go" I said
His grip only tightened more. He smiled flirtatiously at me and it made me sick to my stomach.
I sighed trying so hard not to explode. I had been black listed in every bar and restaurant in my neighborhood due to my reputation of being a stuck up bitch and this was the only bar that had offered to take me in.
In the last bar I worked in, a customer had tapped my backside.
"The bitch ass is fat and plumpy" The disgusting old man who was supposed to be petting his grandchildren to sleep had said.
I hit the strong metal tray on his head that his head started to bleed. Anyone who had tried to harass me had been injured in one way or the other so I was like a bad market for the bar business.
I pulled my hand from the man's grasp and chuckled wryly.
"Oh you flatter me dear sir but I'm just a lowly waitress who wouldn't dare dream to think she was worthy of a personality as yours" I said sarcastically, hoping he could understand the hidden context and mockery in my sweet laced word.
"Get back here bitch" I heard his voice. I didn't look back till his voice finally trailed off.
I breathed in a sigh of relief as I got to the counter. I dropped the tray on the table.
"Men?" The hostess asked. She could guess what had happened. I rolled my eyes and she laughed.
"Arla, your phone has been buzzing since forever, go in and check who's calling" the bartender who was mixing a few drinks said to me.
I smiled in acknowledgment and went into the back that hosted the staff room.
I picked up the home phone of the club"Hello, Arla speaking" I said in a hearty voice not prepared for the dark looming news I was about to hear.
The world faded right before my eyes and started spinning as the voice of the caller continued yapping. The phone fell from my hand, it was as though my hands had lost its sensory capacity.
My body shook, my eyes twitched. My heart throat felt unexplainably dry. After a minute of numbness, my brain finally snapped back to reality. I picked up my bag and stormed off the bar like a mad woman.
"Arla, what's wrong?" The bartender called after me. But I couldn't hear anything. How could I hear anything when the reason I was still living this hellish life was about to leave me in this world? Tears rolled down my face.
What's wrong? My dad was in coma, that's what's wrong!!!....