Sweetie, princessci [best classic books of all time TXT] 📗
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I thought this could be my ‘pretty woman’ moment. I sat and spoke with him by this time another dancer has already taken the stage. I felt there was something familiar about him, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. At the end of our conversation, he slipped a £50 note in my hand and said:
“I’ll see you next time sunshine.”
Then he got up and left. I remember my Dad calling me sunshine. This is one of the few memories of him I kept to myself. Anyways I dismissed all the thoughts of my Dad because he’s a betrayal.
Chapter 4
I was the last to leave the club that night, as I promised Smith I would help clear up- anything to get a few more bob, and I noticed Smith had been drinking a lot more than usual. I was wiping down the bar top, then all of a sudden, Smith breaks down- starts crying, he starts blabbering on about his wife leaving him: “and she took the kids, what am I gonna do Sweetie?”
I didn’t know what to say, so instead, I went over to him and gave him a hug, and then he started to hold onto me tighter. I tried to pull away, but he slammed me against the bar, I felt helpless, I think I’ve hurt my back, I shouted.
“Smith, what are you doing? This isn’t you!” He snarled at me: “Oh, I’ve got nothing else to lose, c’mon Sweetie, make me happy tonight!!” As he ripped my top buttons apart. I tried to wrestle with him, to let me free, but he got more and more violent, he slammed me head to the floor. The next thing I know, I looked up, and saw him zipping up his trousers, and he said to me: “this will be our little secret, don’t want the other girls getting jealous now do we?” with a smirk on his face, he walked off into his office and left me, spread out on the floor. I got up as quick as I could, tears falling down my face and I rushed out of the building.
I will never forget that night, Smith was like a big brother to me, I thought he was my friend, how can I trust anyone now.
A few days later, I plucked up the courage to go into work, my mum was doing my head in, she’s got yet another new boyfriend, and I needed the money. When I arrived at work, Smith tried to apologize to me, it was hard for me to accept it, so I shrugged my shoulders, and decided I was never going to speak to him again, it’s time for me to move on.
So tonight, I done my shift, said my goodbye’s to the girls, as I was leaving I saw that old familiar friend of mine, you know the business type, I was about to walk through the door, when I felt someone tug my arm, I turned around, it was him, he had the biggest, possible smile on his face; “you alright, Sunshine” he said. Shrugging my shoulders I replied:
“I suppose.”
“Where are you off to?”
“Anywhere, but here.”
“Fancy a drive; I don’t see anything that interests me in here.”
The comment made me smile, but I hesitated, “is this another trap?” I asked myself. But there was something about him, a kind of warmth, a connection, so I thought to myself, how much worse can this get, and followed him to his car, I didn’t ask what his name was.
I’m in his black, Astin Martin, its beautiful, and smell of leather.
“By the way, what’s your name?”
“Just call me, Mr H.”
Publication Date: 01-16-2012
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