AMARA'S POV Furiously sweating, I felt mad to say I was done rubbing my clit in a goddamn pool all day. My body hurts, and my ankles, knees, and my mind hurt too. "Bet should be enough for...." Someone pushed me from behind intentionally and I was sure of it. Worst, my heels lose balance immediately I tried to hold myself, leaving me to land on my arm. Better than landing on my face. "Fuck!" I screamed as I slapped the floor. That wasn't the first time they had done something like that. In fact, I can't tell why they hated me so much. Just like I expected, they were the four Karens in this place. For no reason, they just say they were more than everyone, and funny enough, the rest girls go by their rules. Not me. I can't is their legs, I can't buckle their shoes for them, I can't cheer them up when I should be resting and I can't show them the styles I came up with on My own. "Miss something, Number..." They paused for a while as
I opened my eyes to sunlight. The curtains were still parted, and I lay in such a weird position still in my towel. Shit! I shouldn't do that again! 'Well, Damn! I must have slept off,' I thought, placing my palm on my forehead. My temperature was no longer high, and the bruises felt less painful. The alarm at my bedside rang, and I turned to stare at the clock strike 8. “Shit, I'll be late for my pole dancing class,” I shrieked, getting up from the bed immediately. I knew how to do that dance already. I could walk around on heels for a long. What I was still not sure of was dancing naked as some girls said. Half-naked seems better. Left to me, I would lie in bed all day. The class wasn't something I was looking forward to, but lateness or absence attracted massive punishments. An opportunity to punch those girls back was another thing I wasn't willing to pass on. I stepped out of the bathroom dripping wet with water. It was 8
Can I do this? All through the rest of the day, all I thought about was how I would get naked. I haven't done this before, I haven't had sex in my entire life and the idea of letting other people touch me irked me. Accordingly, to the other girls, they talked about rich old men. Men that look like they would die soon. Since the night seem cold, we were all made to wear oversized pullovers. Beneath that, we all had what we are meant to wear at the club. "I can't wait to get out of this shit hole," some said. Looking around, I found out it was one of the girls that almost jumped me some hours ago. The four just had that thing of always staying together and for the first time in my life, I felt alone. I needed someone to talk to me, to tell me all would be fine, or to tell me how to take things the hard way as I found them just like this girls. Mia, Sofia, Bella, and Angie had never been normal. "I heard Arianna Alonso would come," Mia said as sh
Argh! I groaned in pain while putting my hand on my forehead. I had a serious headache, I felt like my head was going to explode any moment from then. "Where am I?," I asked hoping to get a reply but none came. Looking around, I tried to figure out where this place was. The bedside lamp read my name and I instantly knew I was in my room. I looked out through the window and the bright stars in the sky indicated that it was night already. "What happened?" I asked aloud trying to recall the events of the day. The last thing I remember, is I was in the club and I was facing Luciano, his hands were trailing along my skin and he whispered into my ears. I pressed my hands to my mouth as I felt a substance coming up from my stomach. I immediately got up from the bed and ran into the toilet to puke into the sink. Memories of the day's events came back to me. "I must have to drink a lot, fucking hangover," I said still standing in the kitch
My head hurt, and the memory of the falling replayed itself in my head again before I opened my eyes. "Hospital" was the first word that came to my mind and I said it immediately. For no reason, I felt happy. Who won't be? It's been almost three months since I was taken by Luciano and didn't get out. One fall and I am out! Who knew what he would do if I had tried to commit suicide? "Hospital really smells nice" I muttered as I sniffed the environment. I tried to seat up on the bed but I felt a sharp pain in my left arm. I looked at it to see a needle and drip attached to my body. Oh, snap! On fucking damn it. " I am going to die" I panicked "I can't feel my hand somebody helpppppp" I added in a low whisper. Quickly, I pulled the needle off my body. I don't care what it had but I rather not let the needle kill me. Believe when I can vouch to be fearless or almost fearless but having a needle attached to my body had been the scaries
That's weird, super weird. "What on earth just happened,? I asked myself putting my hands to my lips unable to believe that Dee just kissed me. I could still feel his lips on mine. Lu's voice replayed in my head. "Remember, you are mine." I ignored it and brushed it off. There was no way he would find out, at least not from me. Memories of my last encounter with Lu clogged my mind and I was really hoping he would visit me. 'Does he even know you're here?' My inner voice asked me. Dee knew I was here so I guessed he would know too. My thoughts were cut short by the sound of the door opening. Someone in heels was in the room. I looked up and saw a lady walking towards me. The stethoscope on her neck and the white coat she was wearing indicated that she was most likely a doctor. She came up to my bedside quickly and without uttering a word, she began to examine me. Her face was pale, she looked like she had no blood left in her and it scared me.
For no reason, Luciano had been staring at me all day. I don't know if it was because of my bandaged head, or the scared smile on my face as I tried not to drink from the cup he gave me. It's been two days, two good days in this fake room with him and I could not wait to get better. I can't wait to have this bandage off my head and maybe get back to the pole or college. Frankly, I was beginning to miss that pole. Seating on the bed and watching him as he washed me, that mute doctor came in with pills and a glass of water. She kept it beside me and left without saying a word. Well, the fourth time I had done it, I ignored her. I knew I was okay. "Fuck off" Yeah, I told her to fuck off to her face. The look she gave me seemed like she would poison me so why would I risk it? "Take it, ..." Luciano said. There was hesitation in his voice as If he does not know what to call me. That was weird, very weird. This psychopath had everyt
Finally, I was going to step out of this large confinement as ironic as it may seem. I had been in the Mafia territory for weeks now and I hadn't seen anything beyond the four walls of this house which was almost twice the size of a normal estate. Frankly, I felt like this man brought a whole borough. I felt like he should name it after making it as big as a country and since he had everything in it, he should make college in too. Holding up the worn-out cloth I had to wear, I smiled to myself. If wearing rags meant seeing beyond this space, I was glad to do it over and over again. "I'm going with you," Dee's words replayed in my head. He was going to check out college with me. As exciting as this idea sounded, I was scared for some reason. "What is the outside life like?" I questioned myself. I felt a feeling of happiness mixed with fear. Although it was just a day and I wasn't going to be entirely free, I had absolutely no idea what the out