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 person was before I was

pulled rather than lulled into a world of my night terrors.