Broken Pieces - L. S. (read any book TXT) 📗

shade over it. I tried so hard to reach for it. Tears are forming in my eyes but I kept them from falling I am not going to cry again.

When I successfully reach the lamp shade, I gave all energy I have and threw it on Ron’s head. He fell on the floor holding his head, I got up and held the lamp as tight as possible, and if he overcomes this pain for sure I’ll be dead, so I walked to him and slammed him the lamp over and over again.

Reality came back to me when blood started to flow from his head down to his face. He cried in pain as he laid on the floor and my heart beats fast when he is no longer moving. Is he dead? Did I kill him?

I loosen my grip on the lamp until it fell on the floor, the glass breaks on my feet but I was frozen from where I was standing.

If he is really dead then I might end up in jail. I need to get away from there before the girls come home. I ran to my cabinet, grabbed my back pack and filled it as many things as I can. I was running from as fast as I can, it was late and since the party on the beach is still on no one is actually roaming around the street. I don’t even know where I am going but I just need to be as far away as possible from that place. No one will help me. I am a stranger here, no one will help me except for one person; Nicole.

I was thankful that I still know how to find Keith’s club. I was thinking twice if I should ask for their help or not. For sure Keith hate me so much, I don’t even know if he was aware about my feud with Nicole. I am ashamed but I don’t have any choice, admit it or not I need them. 

I took a deep breath before opening the door I was still shaking for earlier incident when I walked inside; at the door I was gotten in the way by one big guy I think he is a bouncer or something. His skin is tan, he is wearing black fit shirt that has ‘security’ on it and black pants. He is creeping the hell out of me.

“No solicitation allowed here” he said in huge husky voice.

I tightly held the strap of my backpack for some support.

“I-I was looking for K-Keith” I hesitantly said.

He smirked like a dog. I have a huge feeling that he doesn’t believe me. Well, I can’t really blame him; I was wearing a pair of sesame street pajama that Kate lend me with flip flops and back pack. I was even sweating from running so fast. So I don’t really look like someone knows the owner of a huge strip club.

“I- I am not l-lying, I am looking for Keith, I really need to talk to him, it’s important” I was shaking.

This guy is really scaring me. His wrestler appearance can easily break all the bones in my body.

He shrugged his shoulders and took the walkie-talkie he has hanging on the waist.

“Someone is looking here for boss” he said on the radio.

I was surprised that he didn’t ask any more questions.

“Copy!”

He put the radio back on his waist and looked at me again.

“Wait here” he said

I nodded.

“Thanks!”

I stood there, slightly tapping my foot on the floor. I don’t even what to tell Keith. I don’t even know what his reaction will be. For sure he hates me, I just ran away I didn’t even talk to him.

Mr. Creepy/Wrestler guy stood in front of me too, watching my every move.

“Who is it t—”

I saw how surprised Keith was to see me; he looks so handsome wearing a khaki suit.

“Boss she said she knows you” creepy/wrestler guy said.

Keith nods.

“Yeah, you can go inside, I’ll take care of this here” he told the bouncer and he immediately disappeared.

Keith ran his gaze on me from head to toe and then shook his head.

“I had a feeling you are coming back” he comments

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Is Nicole there?” I asked.

He glanced inside.

“She is doing a show, what are you doing here?”

I remembered Ron’s bloody face and fear came to me again.

“I-I n-need, I need your help” I was about to cry again. “I t-think I killed someone”

 

 

 

Chapter Five

“And they say.... She's so lucky.... She's a star.... But she cries, cry, cry with her lonely heart thinking. . . . if there's nothing. . . . Missing in her life . . . . Then why do these tears come at night. . .”

I can't help myself not to sing on top of my lungs whenever I hear this song “Lucky” by Britney Spears. It makes me see a whole new sight in life. It makes me realized that somehow I am not the only unfortunate person in the world. People have their own problems, even the rich, the famous and those who we think have everything. All of us have our own missing piece in our hearts and it is up to us on how we will deal with it.

As for me, I can say that I am almost at the end of the tunnel and waiting for the light to come after my sight.

Six months later, I am still working with Keith, I am still a stripper but things are better now. I passed the acceleration exam and I am now a freshman student at the University of Florida taking up a degree in Psychology.

I was able to get a scholarship at the University and I am working as hard as I can to be able support my other expenses. Every night, whenever I am not doing a show, I am being taken out and I can say that I am getting used to this kind of work. I don’t feel disgusted anymore. I know I need this job to live.

“Hey Jillian!!!”

I was about to get out of the class when my classmate Justin called my name. He is taking up Architecture and he's my classmate on Psychology 101.

He's a good looking jock, he is the boy next door type, blonde, perfect toned body, smoking hot eyes, round sharp pointed nose and thin lips. He looks like Zac Efron.

He stays in the dorm like all other students, except for me. I still stay at the club since I still need to work at night. Keith lets me borrow his old car since he got a new one so I don't have to commute.

“Justin” I called him out.

I slowed down my pace so he can keep up.

“When is your next class?” he asked.

Then we started walking our way out of the room.

“Actually I am heading home.” I said.

It's already four in the afternoon and I badly need to go back. I still need to prepare for tonight's show.

“No class?” he asked again and I shook my head as an answer. “Perfect! I don’t have class either; you want to grab some coffee?”

Of course, people in our school don't know that I work as a stripper. And I don’t have any plans of broadcasting my job. For sure they won’t understand. I am thankful that students aren’t allowed in the club since it is only open for members who are mostly rich business men.

“Sorry but I really need to go home. I have a lot of things to do.” i declined.

“I see, maybe next time then?” he said sadly.

“Maybe”

Justin is a nice guy; he is in fact the only person who talked to me on our first day. As usual people think I am weird since I don’t talk a lot like before. But he and I aren’t happening, although I have to admit that I am a bit attracted to him, it was just like Max, although Max and I didn’t happen because of Dan and me leaving town, now Justin and I can never be together because of the nature of my work. Of course, no one wants a girlfriend who gets naked every night.

I walked to where I parked Keith's car. I am so glad he let me borrow it cause it's gonna be difficult for me to commute every day. I am happy that I was able to take the first step of my dream. Although, my course isn’t the one I really wanted, I still want to be a doctor but the course is not offered here.

After about almost an hour, I reached the club, Nicole is still sleeping like the usual. I went straight to my room to change for something comfy. Then I went to the kitchen to look for something to eat and as usual I saw nothing. Apparently, after six months Nicole doesn’t still know how to cook.

I want to cook something for dinner but I don’t have enough time so I decided to just take a bath and dress myself up for tonight. I also woke Nicole up so she won't be in a rush in dressing herself. Just another day for us in Florida, I guess.

 

 

“Someone is taking you out tonight”

I was in the dressing room fixing my makeup and changing my outfit when Keith popped up on the door.

“Okay. . .” I answered unsurely.

I was confused cause Keith and Nate agreed that whenever someone does the show she  is not allowed to be take out. That was their new policy three months ago.

“But I thought whenever I do the show I won’t be taking out?” I didn’t help myself not to ask.

Keith nods and put his hands on the pocket of his coat.

“Yeah, but there is a sudden change of plans, there is this guy who is very persistent to take you out. I told him you won’t be on duty but he doesn’t want to give up. He even paid me a huge amount of cash so I was left with no choice.” he said with excitement.

I wondered how big the money was that made Keith changed his mind. This man rarely break rules especially his'.

“I think you caught this man's eyes, he is so into you.”

Of course, he is into me. He wants to fuck me so he should be into me.

“Alright, I'll do it” I said.

“Good girl” he said then gave me a tap on the back.

When Keith left the room I immediately changed clothes into something more revealing. It's a silver shiny skin tight mini dress that you just have to pull it up and you'll see everything I have. I also paired it with my back beaded stilettos.

Jarred; one of the security personnel of the club met me while I was making my way back to the bar.

“Miss, the guy is waiting for you outside.” he told me.

I nod at him then tailed behind him as he lead the way out.

A black shiny and looks like a very expensive car was waiting for me outside the club. Jarred opened the door at the back seat and I immediately climbed in.

“Hi” a very manly voice greeted me as I tried to comfortably sit in.

It's so dark inside the car, that I am having a hard time