The music in the nightclub pounded loudly, the bass taking control of my heartbeat and forcing it in rhythm with the music. The place was packed with scantily dressed woman and roving men ready to take them home. A DJ sat at the front of the dancefloor, pounding the music out of the speakers. The dancefloor was an ocean of people all moving to the beat of the music.
I sat with Scott in a reserved VIP section of the club as I watched the action below. He had his arm around my shoulders as he relaxed beside me. Dominic sat across from us with his blonde date whose large breasts were spilling out of her dress. They unfortunately seemed to have caught Scott’s attention and I caught his eyes wandering to them several times already. “Do you want a drink?” Scott asked as he sat forward and spoke into my ear over the music.I shook my head as I turned toward him. “No, thank you.”He nodded as he waved for the waitress for our area. It didn’t seem to matter that neither Scott nor I“It’s rape, Kendra,” Tricia stated as she stared wide-eyed at me. I had fled Blue Hades as soon as Scott had left and went straight to her place. She had quickly swept me inside as I showed up sobbing at her doorstep.My hands shook slightly as they held the hot chocolate she had offered me. I sat on her couch, my tears now dry. Why had I run away? What would Dominic and Scott say?“Kendra,” Tricia called in her Southern accent. “You need to report this to the police. You can’t let himget away with it.”I shook my head as I quickly stood up and set the cup down. “I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’thave told you. I’m sorry. I just…”“Kendra.” She quickly leapt to her feet and wrapped me in a surprising hug. “Sweetie, you can’t let himdo this anymore. I have turned my head to several of his outbursts and one too many bruises, but this isa new low. Even for him. You don’t have to allow him to get away with this.”“He’s my boyfriend,” I challenged her. “We
I skipped working at Blue Hades the next weekend. Truthfully, I never planned to return there again. Scott didn’t have much to say about it. I’m pretty sure the guilt of what had occurred between us last time I was there still weighed heavily on his heart. I was able to pick up a couple shifts at Kiki’s to make up for the loss income, though it came nowhere close to what I made at Blue Hades.I leaned against the wall behind of Kiki’s near the backdoor on my break. Tricia stood beside me. Her and Fred had come in to eat lunch and he had left to wait for her in the car while I took my break at the smoking spot out back to talk to my friend. “So what did Scott say this time?” Tricia asked as she kicked at a cigarette butt on the ground.I hesitated as I mentally debated how much I wanted to tell her. With a sigh, I finally confessed the truth. She was my closest and most trusted friend. She was the only one who knew anything about the abuse I had suffered. “He says he never mean
I sat atop my suitcase outside my apartment waiting for Preston to pick me up. Scott was still inside asleep. He had been snoring soundly when I left, but nerves still made my legs bounce and my hands tremble. I had to get out of here before he woke up. I told him Tricia was driving me to the bus stop for my private getaway. He couldn't find out the truth.I stood up as my eyes caught sight of Preston's black sports car heading toward me. I grabbed my suitcase and started toward the car before he was even fully parked. He quickly jumped out and ran over to me. He swept the suitcase out of my hand as I took in the sight of him in his skinny blue jeans and an old tour shirt from a rock band. Sunglasses sat atop his head as he smiled at me with his shining green eyes which traveled up and down my body with a simple, yellow sundress on. "Are you in a rush?" he chuckled in his British accent. "Sure," I breathed out in reply as he walked with me over to the passenger door. He opened it
I emerged over an hour later. I slid my fingers over my red dress. It had a deep v-neck which extended all the way down to the red belted waist. The red fabric beneath the belt flowed freely and openly. A large slit ran up one side to add to the sexy feature of the dress. I matched it with black, strappy heels and left my hair down in beach waves.Preston stood in front of me openly gawking. His eyes ran over every inch of my body, burning my cheeks and tingling my insides with his inspection. "What?" I asked nervously as I looked down at my feet. "You're gorgeous."My eyes slowly lifted at his words, a slight smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I took in the sight of him standing in front of me as he stood star struck before me. He had on black slacks with a white, button up shirt and black suit jacket. He had on a black tie and black dress boots. His hair was slicked up and back and fell in perfect waves on either side of his face. His piercing green eyes drank in the si
The quiet conversations were soon interrupted by the announcement and arrival of the bridal party. They filed in, waving and dancing along the way to their table. Food was served, toasts were made, and cake was cut. The bride and groom had their first dance before the dancefloor was opened up to everyone. The band's music was turned up as people began dancing and mingling throughout the tables.Preston's arm returned to the back of my chair as he leaned back in his own. I turned toward him and took in his handsome profile as he causally looked around the room. His jawline was strong and pronounced yet his face had a softness. He wet his full, red lips as he turned toward me. "Are you having a good time?"I nodded, refusing to divulge even the slightest hint of my jealousy. "It's a beautiful wedding."The band began the first musical bars of an infamous rock song as Preston opened his mouth to say something but was quickly interrupted. "Preston! Preston!" a flock of women su
I coughed. And coughed again. A third cough woke me from my sleep. I groggily opened my swollen eyes. My throat was scratchy and felt swollen. My breaths wheezed in as sweat broke out across my forehead. Why was it suddenly so stinking hot in this room?I sat up too quickly and the memory of what had occurred in this room slammed back into me with the shooting pain in my side and the dull throb of my cheek. I rubbed my eyes, realizing I must have fallen asleep on the foreign bed. I stood up, my movements much slower and cautious now. A burning heat continued to torch the room as I shuffled over to the door. I wiped the sweat from my brow as I grabbed the door handle. My hand flinched back, burned by the flaming heat.A sick feeling of dread slowly began to take hold within me. Why was the room hot? Why was the door handle burning? I took a deep breath through my nose and, for the first time, realized it stunk of smoke. The house was on fire!Panic
"Hi" I greeted him with a smile. "I um, I needed the fire department's assistance yesterday. I was stuck in a house that caught fire and I wanted to say thank you."I held out the cookies with a friendly smile. He smiled back and stepped toward me, taking them from my hands and looking inside."Well thank you, young lady. They are much appreciated. Is there a particular fireman I can address these to?"I opened my mouth but quickly closed it again. I shook my head slowly. "I didn't get his name. I was kind of, well I, I passed out."The older man chuckled. "Happens to the best of us. You know what this fella looked like?""Well he was in fireman gear." I mentally rolled my eyes at myself. I was so awkward sometimes! "He had green eyes and a British accent," I spit out in a hurry.Awareness seemed to dawn upon the man's face as a smirk slowly began to grow across his aging features. He turned his back to me and hollered into the firehouse. "R
I walked into the apartment and glanced around silently. I didn't hear any noise inside so I gently closed the door behind me and locked it. I glanced around at the open floor plan apartment. To the right was a futon in front of a TV hanging on the wall. Beyond that were vertical blinds with a sliding glass door behind it leading out to the small, concrete patio.To the left was a small dining room with a circular table with two chairs. Behind that was a cozy, white and wood kitchen. I walked over to the table as my eyes studied the vase of red roses upon it. My fingers traced over the flowers before picking up the piece of paper on the table. It was a handwritten note in Scott's messy handwriting.Kendra-I'm sorry I blatantly failed you again. I have more remorse than I could ever write you about, baby. I know I hurt you, and the fact you were almost seriously injured killed me inside. I'm begging for your forgiveness.