Chapter 15 Heartbroken: Drinking Away Her Sorrow
MADISON POV
I woke up the next day alone in bed.
I called Dimitri, but no one answered.
I got dressed and went downstairs.
I arrived in the living room, and I found cans, and bottles thrown everywhere, some people lying on the floor, probably drunk, but no sign of Dimitri.
In the hallway, I saw a woman dressed as a housekeeper.
Hi, good morning.
Do you know where Dimitri is? The groom from last night.
Oh dear, he's already left, he probably went to get ready for the wedding.
He didn't tell me it would be today, and finding out from a stranger was truly painful.
Even so, I didn't let anything show.
I thank her, walking back to my room, grabbing my things, looking for the other two girls who came with me, and we leave.
As I left the house, I didn't look back.
Today I just want to drink and forget that I fuck Dimitri yesterday.
When she got home, the other girls, including Ma'am Rose, were all gathered having coffee, which was rare since she preferred to have her breakfast alone.
"How was the party, girls?" Laura asked.
"I picked up two gorgeous, rich boys at the party; they promised to visit me tonight at the club after the wedding," says Sasha, one of the Black girls Ma'am Rose trafficked from Africa.
"And you, Madi, did you have a good night?" Ma'am Rose asks, seeing me leaning against the wall.
"She definitely did well, I saw her leaving with the groom to go to the room and then she disappeared for the whole night," Larissa comments.
"Friend, tell me everything," Laura said, standing up.
"I want to know too," Renee said after swallowing the last sip of juice.
I rolled my eyes; I didn't want to answer the numerous questions from the two of them, not even Ma'am Rose's.
I just wanted to take a long, undisturbed bath and then go to sleep.
I went upstairs, and the two curious girls followed me.
I tried to close the bedroom door, but Laura caught up with me and prevented me from locking it.
You won't get away with this, you little rascal!
Tell me who the groom was.
It was Dimitri, that's all I'm going to tell you right now.
With that said, I lock myself inside the bathroom.
I hear Laura telling Renee to leave me alone, that I must be sad.
I don't even know what I'm feeling right now; the only thing I'm sure of is that my life will go on the same way as before, but now without any kind of relief.
As night falls, Ma'am Rose leaves before us to go sort something in the club accounting office.
I take advantage of this and call Laura.
I'm not going to the club tonight, I'm going to drink my pain at a bar far from here, are you with me or not?
There was no need to ask, it's obvious that I am.
We told Ma'am Rose to fuck off and left through the service area without the other girls seeing us.
I know there would be consequences for this escape when we got back.
Laura knew that too, but she saw that I needed to leave, and, like the good friend she's always been, she agreed to come with me, and I thank her for being here.
We took a cab, and this time it was a younger guy.
I'd never taken that route before because Ma'am Rose had bribed most of the drivers to let her know if any of her precious girls tried to run away, but looking at the muscular, dark-haired guy behind the wheel, I knew he wasn't one of those.
"Did you notice the same thing I did?" Laura whispers in my ear, commenting on the taxi driver.
"He's not one of hers."
"I know," I said, trying to stay calm and not have absurd ideas about how to escape this life forever.
Madi, what if today is our lucky day? We can take advantage of it and escape from her.
Let me think, Laura, let's stick to the plan, go to the bar and have a few drinks, and after I'm really drunk we can do whatever you want.
Laura agreed; she's been here for so long, five years if I'm not mistaken, being exploited.
It's easy to understand how an opportunity like this would make her want to seize it right away.
I might be being quite selfish not thinking about her but about myself, but today, of all days, I don't feel like thinking about anything.
Our trip to the bar took about half an hour.
Broadway Bar was packed with people; the bar and tables were wooden, and the rather loud music provided exactly what I wanted.
Laura and I, with our clothes, or lack thereof, attracted a lot of attention; some men even forgot they were with someone.
All eyes were on us.
We sat at the counter and soon a boy with caramel-colored hair came to serve us.
How can I help you, ladies?
"I want the strongest drink you have there," I said, not caring about his gaze on my breasts.
"I want the same," Laura replies.
He nods and goes to get the drink.
Madi, don't you want to tell me what happened? You'll feel better.
Laura, I don't want to feel better, I want to hit rock bottom, if I'm not already there.
I know all of this must be difficult, but in these long years, I've learned that any man who shows us even a little affection in our lives as prostitutes shouldn't be trusted.
They lie, Madi.
They lie to have the best sex of their lives.
Maybe this happened so that the little hope you had in love would end, because prostitutes don't love.
Laura's words were the purest truth; perhaps women like us don't deserve to be loved.
The boy returns with the drink and fills two glasses; I quickly down mine, feeling my throat burn.
Laura also drank it in one gulp, making a rather funny face because of the strong taste.
"You can leave the bottle here," I tell the boy, who smiles when he sees that I'm really willing to leave here completely unconscious.
After the fourteenth drink, I stopped counting; the memories of the previous night faded each time my lucidity vanished.
Alcohol is the greatest remedy for forgetting problems, and after being completely drunk and laughing like crazy with my friend, I realized the bar was empty and the light outside was already bright; dawn had broken.
I dialed the taxi number again, the one that brought us here, and it wasn't long before he walked into the bar and saw us both nearly tripping over our own feet.
Everything in front of me was spinning.
The taxi driver took Laura to the car first and then came back to pick me up.
"You're quite muscular," I say, feeling his arms holding me.
And you're too drunk to even try to hit on me.
I'm not trying.... Oh fuck it, I am trying - I said, my words a little slurred, and he laughs.
He puts me in the taxi and takes us back to the hell we call home.
Half an hour later he drops us off at the door, and we stagger inside.
Everyone is waiting for us, and Ma'am Rose is furious.
"They're drunk," Renee said when she saw our state.
"Drunk or not, these sluts are going to get a lesson they'll never forget," Ma'am Rose said.
"Take them both to the basement, and if I find any part of their bodies that isn't bruised from the beating, you both out on the street, understand?"
"You can't hurt me more than I already am, you filthy bitch," I said to Ma'am Rose and spat on her face.
In seconds, I'm against the wall with her hands around my neck, choking me, and I can barely breathe.
Do you really think you can stand up to me like that, little slut?
You're nothing but a trashy prostitute like all the others.
If I wanted to, I could kill you right now, but the pleasure of seeing you suffer at my hands is better.
You think I don't know the reason you are like this, Dimitri will never love you because you are a disgusting whore who will continue sleeping with different men, and we will remain like this until you die
Ma'am Rose lets go of me and punches me in the face, and I fall to the ground and spit blood from my mouth while I taste the metallic taste of blood on my lips.
At that moment, Dimitri is feeling his wife's mouth.
She slapped me so many times, and punched me in the stomach, making me scream in pain.
She beat me so badly that I was unable to stand, and we were dragged to the basement for more torture.