Clubrooms Diary

MAYALINA

May 14th 2018

I pick up the large sack of rubbish from the bar, fling it over my shoulder and wobble my weak butt to the back entrance where the large skip bins are. I walk through the halls and look into the rooms as I pass them by. All the doors are open except the room that used to be mine. Things have been really slow on our side of the wing lately. It's like we've all dispersed for our own painful reasons.

Caddie won't be back for a few days as the bruising's still staining her porcelain skin like something ferociously. Maddie is forbidden to enter the club under Amars demands. He still won't loosen up after I've begged him. Layla is due back today but no one's sure what state of mind she's going to be in. I haven't seen Chad this morning which is odd. He's never late, most of the time he's sleeping in his office. I heave the bag over the side of the bin. I wipe my hands over my clothes and dust myself off.

"Mal!" I turn to see Maddie rushing towards me.

She's waving and smiling at me which has me wondering what she's up to.

"Maddie." I scowl at her as she gets closer.

"Hey, so there's someone in room 32A that wants to talk to you urgently." Her eyes glimmer with an unusual shade of grey.

"Do you know who or what he wants?" I ask her, twisting my fingers with curiosity.

"No, he just said he really needed to talk to you about your father?"

"My father?" The hairs stand up on the back of my neck.

"Yeah, he doesn't have much time so I'd get going if you wanna find out what he wants." She quickly urges me to go to him.

I nod my head, turning around and walk into the club with shaking limbs. My heart beats erratically as the thought of my father finding me terrifies me. Besides, I'm also forbidden to enter the rooms unless I'm alone. If Amar finds out that I disobeyed him, only God knows what he'll do to me.

I enter room 32A, locking the door behind me.

A man stands on the other side of the room looking out the window. He's wearing a cheap suit with what looks to be a camera around his neck.

A Private Investigator or a Journalist spring to mind. I pray the old man's dead and this stranger has come to ask me questions about the type of man he truly was.

Either way,

the man's in for a treat. Because I can write three novels about him and that's only me getting started.

"I'm sorry, but whatever questions you need to ask.... They will need to be done quickly. I don't have much time to spare for you today I'm sorry." I quickly splutter, knowing Amar will be here any minute. "Is that right, baby girl?"

I flinch, the sound of his voice paralyses me and I gasp with terror.

He turns to face me wearing that same old horrid smile he wore just for me many years ago.

"How the fuck did you find me?" I swallow loudly with wide eyes that fill with tears.

"I'm your father. Where ever you go you leave a significant smell behind. Making it easy for me to track you." He snickers as crosses the room, coming face to face with me.

"You've grown." He says approvingly as his eyes feast upon me.

"You look just like your mother, perhaps a little more stunning."

"What do you want." My voice trembles.

I slowly retreat backwards, my hands out behind my back, searching for the door. I reach the door and I fiddle with the handle trying to turn the lock with shaking hands. "Did you miss me, baby girl?" He walks towards me.

I shake my head as I squeeze my eyes shut, holding my breath, too afraid to breathe in the air we share. He still smells like harsh liquor and an ashtray. I feel his breath on me, twisting my insides with sheer horror. I sense his arm caging me in, the other one reaches out and touches the side of my face. I jolt, as his fingers slide down my face, over my shoulders....

"No, no, no, no, ....." I open my eyes and they land on his.

He licks his lips and leans in for a kiss. I duck under his arm and run to the other side of the room.

"Please...." I whimper.

"Don't do this, not here.... Not like this." I wrap my arms around my body. Shielding myself from his vulgar eyes.

"Daddy just wants a kiss, baby girl." He chuckles.

"I missed you.." He pouts as he draws closer.

Suddenly, there's an urgent rap at the door.

"He..."

My cries for help are muffled by his hand.

With wide eyes and tears streaming down my face. I'm shocked into a paralyzed vessel as I feel his body shift behind mine. There's another rap at the door but this time the door shakes and the knocking turns into someone pounding on the door.

"Mikros!" I hear him call out.

My father's grip tightens around my face, he raises his free hand and snakes his fingers around my throat.

"Mikros?" He mutters in my ear.

"Scream and I'll murder that son of a bitch before his eyes meet yours." He snarls.

He grounds his front into me.

"You feel that baby girl? That's not only me being happy to see you. Papa's locked and loaded too." He sticks his tongue out and licks the side of my face.

I bounce on my feet, struggling against him. Frantic to escape at any cost. My cries for help belong to him, my fear spreads through my body as my knees threaten to give out.

Just when I think I'm about to become his, the door flys open and I stare ahead, meeting Amars Emerald green eyes full of rage. I struggle against my father once more, wanting nothing more than to run to Amar and hide behind him.