Chapter 52 NO ONE HEARD ME SCREAM
~ Elara ~
I could barely clean the tables.
The air was thick with the smell of weed, alcohol, and sweat. My dress was nearly showing my ass, and my cleavage was clearly on display with the low cut fabric.
The eyes of the old men sat across couches with woman serving them drinks weren't helping my situation either as I pulled down the short dress every other second.
Randy promised me my money once I finished the shift, which would take until four in the morning.
I'd already gotten some tips, all I'd done was clean tables though.
The music was loud, I could feel it drumming through my chest, yet I couldn't make out the words, I couldn't focus much on anything other than the racing of my heart.
I was terrified. Terrified of the nasty looks I got, terrified of Randy, and terrified of the old man who had been eyeing me like I was his next meal.
I look at the clock, trying to hold back my tears when i notice i still had three hours.
The place was packed, and there were people either drinking or dancing to the music half naked.
I clearly looked underage, why were these men looking at me like that? Don't they have children?
I feel my entire body freeze when a rough hand suddenly rubs up and down my arm before a large figure that smelled of alcohol stands beside me.
I turn my head, my grip on the cleaning towel in my hand tightening when I meet eyes with a wrinkled man who wore a nasty smirk on his face as he looked my body up and down.
I try moving away but he grabs my wrist, moving my hand to his wet lips as he places a slobbery kiss on my hand.
" Beautiful aren't you? Why don't you come to my private room, I'll pay extra for tonight." He slurs out, and I watch in horror as I try pulling my hand away from him.
"L...let go of me!" I whimper, but I could barely pull hard enough. My body was so used to freezing, so used to being forced to take anything, everything.
" Don't be so hard, we're going to have a fun time sweetheart." He whispers near my ear as he pushes his body up against mine. I feel hot tears run down my face when he pushes me onto the open couch in an instant.
I cover my chest from his view, my head shaking no as I watch the old man start to hover over me.
There were people around, everywhere.
No one was helping me, this man didn't care that people were seeing this. Roger only touched me like that in private, it didn't make it any better though.
No one ever listened when I said no
"P...please d...don't." I cry, my eyes shut as he pins my hands against the couch and kisses down my neck and chest. I try thrashing around, my cries louder but the man only groans before his eyes glare up at me and a slap is sent straight to my face, causing my head to be pushed to the side.
"Stop fucking crying and behave like the whore you signed up to be!" He growls, grabbing my breast in his hand and continuing to kiss my bare skin on my chest. The strap of my dress had fallen to the side, and my dress only rid up on my legs higher as I silently cried now, knowing I had no hope. He was too strong for me, he wouldn't listen, no one even cared.
People are watching, they're watching and they aren't doing anything I don't like this.
I didn't give him permission, he's touching me without permission. I said stop, I told him to stop and he kept going.
My body shakes with fear, everything was numb, my heart was racing, my tears flooded my face and I swore I could hear myself whimpering stop every second.
" You taste sweet, just like I imagined." He groans, moving his hand on my hips and a scream leaves my mouth when he suddenly rips off the side strap of my dress. My hand instantly moves to cover it as the other men sit around, watching my body.
"N...no d.don't!" I cry, my voice shaky as I move as far as I can away from him on the couch but he had me pinned.
"I'm gonna fuck your body right here in front of everyone to watch you cry out." He grumbles, moving his hands under my dress. The sound of the other men laughing reach my ear and I want to throw up when I realize what was going on.
They were all waiting to take a turn
The weight of the man hovering over me is suddenly taken away when his body is aggressively ripped off of me so hard he hits the ground on his head with a loud bang.
My eyes widen as I look up, Calvin’s eyes furious as he moves on top of the man, punching him so hard the old man doesn't have time to even breathe. His wrinkled face was now covered in his own blood as his body lay limp, small breathes leaving him.
I shake in my spot on the couch, trying to cover my body with the dress half on me as I cry, the eyes of the men now on Calvin as they all hurry and get up to leave.
Calvin gets up, pulling out a gun before shooting the old man in his private area.
The man's scream sounds throughout the club that had still been going on as usual, like this sort of stuff was normal.
I couldn't watch anymore, I couldn't be here anymore. I know Calvin had just saved me, but who's to say he didn't just want to take advantage of me as well. No one ever listened when I said no, why would he.
I turn to see him busy as he moves his shoe over the mans mouth to mumble his screaming as he says something to him I can't recall from the pounding in my chest.
The dress was nearly falling off of me but I try getting up, my legs wobbling in shock from what had just happened. I was a mess, my hair was sticking to my tear flooded face, my wrists were bruised, and I felt disgusting.
I still had to get my money.
I look over to where Randy's office had been, where my money was. That was my life in that office, I needed that money.
I don't get far when I try walking over there, because a large black jacket is suddenly pulled around my body as Calvin moves to stand in front of me.
"Are you fucking insane? What the hell are you doing in this place?!" He booms, his eyes fuming as he tries dragging me out but I could barely walk, and refused to go with him as I tried pulling away, only causing me to fall to the ground.
"I...I need to get my money." I cry, trying to ignore whatever happened as I move to get back up. The long sleeves of the jacket had moved over my hands, and covered more of my legs than the dress had.
Andrew would kill me, I didn't want to die. I still had hope for my life, even if it wasn't a lot.
"So you came here on purpose?" He says, following behind me as he grabs my arm, forcing me to face him.
"Y.you don't understand." I try controlling my tears but I was confused and shocked.
I didn't know what just happened, I didn't want to know what just happened, so all I could do was cry,
"Don't understand what? You whoring around for money? Do you know what the fuck this place is?!" He yells in my face and I look down, feeling my tears flood down my face as I cover my face with my arm, hating that he was seeing me crying like this.
I couldn't talk right now.
I look down at his wrist, at the expensive watch wrapped around his wrist and feel my stomach drop when I see it was only 3 am.
He wouldn't give me my money until four .
"I'm sorry." I manage to whisper out. I could feel his eyes burning through me but I kept my head down. I was too ashamed to even look up, too disgusted at myself.
Is this what my life has come to? Dressing like this in front of men who look at me like an object and touch me like one for the sake of money?
Was my life even worth this anymore?
"Let's go." He scowls, grabbing my arm and dragging me through the crowded club and outside where the cold wind travelled down my bare skin.
I freeze in my tracks when Calvin walks up to a motorcycle, standing back as he walks up to it. " II'm not getting on that." I say, pointing at the motorcycle. Not only was I terrified of it, but I was terrified of his horrible speeding habits.
"Then walk." He says, and I shift in my spot, looking around at all the drunk men scattered around the street who could easily take advantage of me.
"I...I will." I say, still in my spot as I cross my arms over my chest. Calvin looks at me with his eyebrow raised, like he was waiting for me to walk away.
I sigh in defeat before slowly walking up to the motorcycle, not missing the stupid smirk on his face as he held out the helmet to me.
"T. there's only one and your driving...y..you take it." I mumble, slightly pushing it away with my hand.
Calvin rolls his eyes in annoyance before moving the helmet over my head. " H.
hey!" I yell, looking at him through the helmet that was a little too big for my head.
Calvin doesn't say anything as he moves too close for my comfort and tightens the straps. I stand there, frozen in my spot as my fingers tangle up nervously at the distance.
I look up at him through the helmet, my head tilted to the side when I realize he was looking at me. It doesn't last for long when he suddenly pushes the side of my helmet, causing me to stumble back a little.
" Stop daydreaming." He grumbles before getting on and I stand next to the motorcycle before slowly moving onto the back side.
The sound of the machine turning on makes my heart race in fear. I try taking calm breathes but it doesn't help when Calvin grabs my hands and wraps them around his abdomen area.
" Hold on." He says and I look at him confused before nearly having a heart attack as the motorcycle starts moving down the street. My hands tighten in place as my hair not covered by the helmet blows in the cool wind.
Surprisingly, he hadn't been speeding. And for some reason, I didn't mind the motorcycle as much as I thought I would.
I tried to ignore the money, ignore everything about Andrew and Roger, ignore what happened in the club, ignore school, even ignore the psycho I was on a motorcycle with who owned a gun.
I just focused on the sounds of the streets, the sounds of the motorcycle and the sounds of the wind blowing past us.
And for once, I felt calm. It wasn't long, but I felt it.