Chapter 3 Olivia

• OLIVIA'S POV
• I had to plead with Maya because I wanted to stay alone. After all, it seemed my life was wired for me to end up alone.
• It could be that there is something about me that doesn't sit well, that is not meant to enjoy the little and huge joys of life.
• I had not grown up in a normal family and I had no idea what parental love should look like. My best friend from high school had betrayed me when I was still a teenager.
• The only sunshine years of my life were from birth till when I turned seven but things have gone downhill from there.
• My life is a mess.
• Even though she didn't want to, Maya had to leave. Her mother was blowing up her phone, especially with her small performance at the church.
• One thing I could agree on was that Maya and I both have Mommy Issues.
• The tears that were able to slip through my eyes seemed like they had no plans of ever stopping, and when there was no more can of alcohol in my freezer, I decided to stop being the overly prudent, deliberate, and strategic girl that the world has tossed over the years.
• In a bid to feel something different…different from what I was feeling, I decided to go out to one of those clubs I had frowned upon whenever I saw people thronging there.
• ‘Life is supposed to be lived properly and carefully.
• It only comes once, and there is no prototype in case one messes with the original, ‘ I used to say.
• But tonight, I am going to be one of ‘those people.’
• When I was satisfied with the look I had thrown on, I got a cab that took me to the clubhouse.
• A waiter was passing by as I was heading for the dance floor - it was the first thing on my mind - and
• I staged him before picking every single shot on his tray and pouring them to the back of my throat.
• They tasted horrible, and if ‘ugly’ had a taste, it would definitely be whatever aftertaste the drinks left in my mouth, but despite all, I still felt numb.
• Numb in my heart and numb in my mind.
• I swayed to the music and enjoyed the freedom that accompanied the drinks I had just poured into my system. I felt like a child…I felt good.
• Soon, someone came from behind me and began to dance behind me. I felt a sweaty arm slither around me but I was too heady to care. I smiled at the bald man with a balbo beard before I placed my hand around his neck.
• “Do you want to get out of here?" He shouted above the blaring music.
• I did not need an interpreter to inform me about the inference of his words. It was a clear invitation to get either greatly fu**ed - if he knew his game well - or poorly offloaded with greasy sperm.
• And it won't be in a nice scented room or a clean environment. It would be in a poorly lit area with close to a nasty smell emanating from a source close by.
• But I was too in my feelings to care.
• “Yeah, sure," I replied.
• He took my hand and led me out from the dance floor. I almost tripped twice, but he made sure to save me from falling on my face those two times.
• My leather jacket was off somewhere and when we were a distance into a hallway, he slammed my back to the wall. I winced in pain but he didn't care. I also didn't care. Bodily pain was preferable to the pain of self-loathing myself.
• I tried to think positively of my existence but nothing added up. Nothing was encouraging…absolutely nothing!!!
• “I'm going to wreck that pu**y of yours baby.
• I can't imagine my luck and I know you can't imagine yours also. I've got a package for you,” He said, and I heard the unbuckling of his belt.
• ‘Belt? Is the package his d*ck?
• What if he has STIs? He looks like one of those men who randomly picks up ladies without knowing a thing about them?!’
• Suddenly my brain tried to function.
• I wanted to feel something different but I did not want to leave here different.
• “No. I want to…need to use the restroom. I've got to go” I said as I tried to stagger away. He pulled me back and yet again, he had my back slammed on the wall.
• ‘The f**ker!’
• “You are going to hold that pee in and take my di*k like the pretty slut you are bi**h. Till then you are stuck here!" He said and an insane giggle ran out from his lips.
• He pulled his pants down and tried to get his hands on my chest.
• "St…stop it!" I warned.
• The sound of a slap resonated in the hallway and sobered me up a tad but it was still not enough. I was certain that the imprints of his fingers were clear on my face.
• I had been fleeing from the fire only to end up in hell.
• ‘Oh no, Lord. If you save me just this once, I promise never to come out of my apartment for the rest of my miserable life. Please, just this once,’ I prayed within myself.
• I had no idea what I was doing but I had no choice.
• A hand yanked the brutal man off me and like dead weight, I fell to the floor.
• My vision was blurry, but I could make out the form of three men, excluding the man who I had almost had sex with.
• I could hear ‘crunch' sounds - the sound of blows being dealt to someone. I could hear grunts and I could hear desperate pleas.
• But it seemed like more pleas meant more hits.
• “Take him. You know where.
• Wait till you get my call" A recognizable voice said.
• "Yes, Sir, “ Two men said in unison.
• I heard the soft sounds of feet drawing closer to me and some aware seconds later, the presence of someone lowering before me.
• My senses did not wait to make out who this pers
• on was before I was pulled rather than lulled into a world of my night terrors.