CLUBROOMS DIARY

MALAYINA

May 8th 2018

I arrive at the club with two minutes to spare, I know Chad's gonna be pissed if he catches me being late again. I need this job! I need to earn enough money to skip town and never look back. Clubrooms were the only place that hired me on the spot, being a sex worker was not on my list of fantasy jobs. But you know how the saying goes...

 "Beggars can't be choosers."

And I didn't have the luxury of choosing. You see, Four years ago, I stole a car. I stole a car to get away from my abusive father. The problems not why I stole the car, but who's car I stole. At fourteen years of age, I didn't have any sense of street smart what so ever.

Fuck..

I'm still confused to this day, why the keys were left in the damn car.

Let me take you back to the beginning. . So you know why I suck dick for a living. 

My father came home drunk, after another wasteful day looking for work. Even I knew it was pointless, no one was gonna hire the towns drunk. 

"Where's my breakfast brat!" He slurred, burping. 

"It's One in the afternoon." I looked at him confused. 

"What did you say to me?" He stumbled towards me at the kitchen sink. 

"Nothing Sir." I quickly replied.

"You ungrateful brat!" He yelled as he struck me across the face. 

"Daddy please no!" I cried out as I fell to the ground. 

My father bent down and dragged me up by the roots of my hair. I cried out in pain, scratching at his hands. His hands fell from my head and tore the shoulder of my dress off. 

"You're a spitting image of your mother in that dress." He sneered as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it out from his jeans.

I knew what was coming and I fucking hated it every time.

He would beat me with the belt, then stand over me wanking himself to climax. He'd tell me how naughty I've been and how horrible it would make him feel afterwards. But he never called me by name. The drunken bastard would always call me by mothers name, Lara. No wonder why she took off Eight years ago.

She could've taken me with her though.

Scrambling to my feet, I take off running. I run as fast as my feet will take me down the street. I notice a sleek white BMW.

The windows are down and the keys are still in the ignition. It was like the Gods had given me my one opportunity to get away and I wasn't gonna waste it. Getting in the car, I drive off with the tyres screeching across the gravelled pavement. I manage to get two blocks away when a black SUV cuts me off on a one-lane street. The drivers' door opens and a big burly man hops out. He stands there staring at me, clicking his knuckles, intimidating me.

I swear to the gods...

I felt my bones break with each knuckle he clicked. When he was done abusing his hands, he walked around and opened the passengers' backseat door. Another man slides out. But this man wasn't big and burley. Nor did he look as scary as his mate. No, he was well dressed and his body looked lean and mean full of muscle.

We'll call the scary guy 'Mini Hulk' yeah?

He stood at his car talking to 'Mini Hulk', His head turning towards me every few seconds. Fear creeps up my back and my hands grip the steering wheel for dear life, my knuckles turning white. I panic and fucking put my foot down on the accelerator, lurching forward.

Now keep in mind I'd never actually sat in the driver's seat before.

I mean shit...

Up until a couple of days ago. I thought D- was for Daytime driving, N- for Nighttime driving and R- was for robot mode. Yeah, my dad was a real piece of shit.

Hence, the reason why I'm in this position right now. 

The car lurches forward and I drive straight towards the SUV, the men dive to the ground, making it out of harm's way by the skin of their teeth. The car collides into the SUV making a loud crunching sound. White smoke rises from the bonnet, the cars revving and the tyres are spinning like mad. The door jerks open and I find myself face to face with 'Mini Hulk' 

"You crazy bitch!" He growls.

Taking the keys from the ignition, he pulls out a hunters knife and starts cutting through the seatbelt. When he's done, he firmly wraps his fingers around my bicep and yanks me roughly from the car. 

"Owwwww..." I whimper. 

He doesn't care that he's causing me pain, he continues to pull me along with him until I'm standing in front of the other man.

The man removes his dark shades and I'm greeted with the brightest emerald green eyes I've ever seen. His face was exquisite, the most beautiful face I'd ever laid eyes on. 

"What's your name?" He said gruffly, with a sexy accent.

"Malayina" I muttered. 

"What the fuck were you doing in MY car MALAYINA?" His eyes roam over my body. 

"I'm sorry... I..I. Didn't know it was yours." I cry out, stuttering. 

"I SAID... WHAT. THE. FUCK. were you doing in MY car!" He bellows out. 

"I was trying to get away from my father." 

On autopilot, my hand lifts and touches the fresh split lip my father graciously gave me. When the man's eyes land on my lip, then my torn white dress. His eyes narrow and he exhales loudly. 

"What am I going to do with you?" He ran his fingers through his hair with frustration.

"I will pay you back," I tell him. 

He laughs, the fucker threw his head back and fucking laughs at me.