Chapter 2 #2
Spotting Manny crowded by girls in tiny shorts and tube tops while he counts hundreds in his hands, he nods his head at me and points over to the other two cars lined up at a starting line.
A tingle starts at the base of my spine and I pull out two hundred dollars from my bra so he sees that I’m in before tucking the money away again.
I’m lucky enough to have this much on me, each earning is mine from crossing that finish line and somehow no one has found out about my addiction to racing or the money.
Easing up between a Mitsubishi and a Mustang, the two guys look over at the same time as the rumble of my engine rolls up.
Easy grins light up their faces because they think I’m just a silly girl playing with the big guys but this is what I’m good at.
Taking chances when every little aspect of my life is controlled, I make them eat the asphalt.
I don’t look the part of racing, a girl alone at night only dressed in a sweater and skinny jeans but what they don’t know is I have nothing to lose. I’m all in.
“I think you're in the wrong playground, little girl!” Douche number one shouts out his window, slithering his gaze up and down my body. “But don’t worry, baby, I got just the right jungle gym for you to play on.” He gestures to his body, patting his lap which only causes me to roll my eyes.
“No, baby. Papi will take good care of you. Hop on off that bike and onto my cock,” douche number two says, revving his engine while he laughs and grabs his dick through his pants.
I return my attention back to the road, twisting my bike handles to rev my own engine, shutting their mocking voices out.
Manny swaggers out to the side while pulling out a bandana from his back pocket, winking my way and shaking his head at the two idiots mouthing off on either side of me.
My tires squeal, kicking asphalt up and leaving a skid mark just as the bandana touches the ground.
This is all I have so I’m here for this, to win and show that I’m still breathing even when I’m being held under water.
* * *
Parking in the back of the compound, I shut my bike off and listen to the overly loud music coming from inside.
The gate slams closed, my cage squeaking shut of rusty chains, causing the ground to vibrate from my toes and up to settle in my heart.
I’ll always park in the back near the junkyard and close to the garage because at least if I’m ambushed I can play in the maze of cars to hide even though it doesn’t do me good in the long run.
The garage holds special memories for me with Uncle Rig, he’s the reason for my love of cars and anything that goes fast. The grizzle grump loved his bike like it was his own child but there was just something about tuning up an engine under a hood of a classic beauty or the excitement of seeing a vehicle you never thought you’d be standing next to.
Nothing like feeling the engine underneath you, the vibrations making your heart race just before you drop the clutch and take off like the devils hot on your heels.
If Payne found out I’ve been street racing late into the night after my shifts, he’d most definitely take away my bike and lock me away in a room without windows to see the light of day again or starve me for a week straight.
It could be a lot worse for me. He doesn’t question why it takes me longer to make it home but maybe he doesn’t care or notice because he’s high on drugs or with his latest whore.
I guess I can count myself lucky for that small miracle.
Doesn’t matter if I’m the best, the fastest, the most determined because I’m just a girl with heat between her legs.
I won tonight with extra cash in my bra and I won’t give up doing this because I’m still feeling alive even if it’s going to fade away soon.
It’s the only risk I’m willing to take and I’ve won money but not enough to stay off the streets when I decide to make a run for it.
I just have to keep going until it is enough.
The real question is when will it be enough?
There's only so much a person can take before they shatter like a bullet through a windshield. I haven’t yet but I’ve been pretty close over the years.
When the darkness creeps in like a lost lover, it kind of sticks to you like glue until you peel it off in each slow strip.
I just haven’t found a way to cope with everything, maybe I never will.
Taking off my black helmet, I swing my leg over the bike while grabbing my bag before heading inside.
Opening the back door, hard rock music blasts my ears, and the loud laughter of drunk or high members gets louder the more I walk down the hallway towards the main bar area.
I keep my head down, hoping to go unnoticed until I can reach my room upstairs above the bar area.
“Slut,” a sweetbutt mutters as she passes me with a tray of drinks, bumping my shoulder.
“Little Whore, why don’t you get over here and join our party on your knees?” Whiskey shouts from his spot in the corner, his cock out and his hand in a club whore’s hair as he shoves her down on him while she gags.
This is a typical night, the drinks flowing, cocaine lined on trays passed around and open fucking.
Just seeing his dick plagues me with memories of him shoving inside me with his drunken laughter while he smacked my face around.
I look away quickly which only causes him to bark out a laugh at my expense.
Maybe his dick will fall off from a slow, painful disease.
My feet skid over the wooden floor, trying to bypass the bodies without touching anyone and I can see the doorway leading upstairs.
Just a few more feet. It’s been like this for two fucking years.
The fear every second of every night, trying to live without giving in to death that creeps to my door or the way out of collapsing into the drugs that are passed around like candy here.
Just as my foot touches the stairs, my name is being called by the devil himself from across the room.
I wonder if ignoring him, he’ll go found someone else to torment?
“Tillie.” The warning is clear in his voice. “Come.”
My grip tightens on my helmet, wondering if I swing hard enough if I can bash his brains out but he’s too much stronger.
I’m weak and he knows this.
Turning around, I shuffle over to him through the sea of parting Jokers with a bored expression even though I’m screaming inside with a cry of terror. I glance into a pair of eyes that tell me to keep my cool.
Doris is sitting on Payne’s lap, stroking his arm but her posture is stiff the closer I get until I’m right in front of him.
His eyes shift to my hand with the death grip on my helmet and smirks like he knows my thoughts but knowing I’ll do nothing about it.
He leans back, stroking his greying beard as he stares at me, thinking about something that I’m not going to like.
“Get on your knees girl.” His tone is hard, demanding, and he points at the floor near his boots.
My knees lock into place for a second, his brown eyes narrowing before I resolve and sink down until my skin touches the floor.
I wish I could say this is the first time someone has told me to get on my knees but it’s not.
I’ve been violated too many times in the darkest corners…
Those aren’t broken rules as long as I’m not getting fucked.
Cruz says that’s only for him now but says some things I could learn from and my fucking father agrees.
For once the club goes quiet, waiting to see what’s going to happen but you can still hear someone getting their cock sucked in the background along with my heavy breathing.
My eyes stray to the floor near his scuffed up boots until his next words stop my heart altogether.
“Do you think of me as an idiot? That I wouldn’t find out?” His voice is low as he tsks me and swiftly kicks his leg out, shoving his boot onto my chest causing me to fall backwards with my back smacking sharply on the floor. “Answer me!”
His boot comes down on my chest once more as he stands in one fluid movement to loom over me, making it hard to breathe.
“Find out what, Payne?” I manage to rasp out, but I already know what he’s talking about.
He knows.
“Haven’t I given you everything? Do you want for nothing?” He moves his boot away, allowing me to draw in a proper breath before crouching down to run his finger over my brow.
I shrink away from his touch with a flinch, my vision tunneling as I see more booted feet crowding closer.
It’s too much. No! It’s happening again!
At this point, I’m gasping with every inhale and my lips tremble in terror.
Payne snaps his fingers in front of my face to bring my focus back on him.
He’s smiling like my fear pleases him which no doubt it does.
“I want for nothing.” My whisper is low, only he can hear that causing him to chuckle as he straightens up from his crouched position.
“Exactly, imagine my shock when a little birdy told me that you’ve been sneaking around at night.” He goes to sit back down, dragging Doris onto his lap again even though Lorrie is his sweetbutt, practically his old lady.
I guess none of that matters in this lifestyle. You're a whore on the outside and inside to these guys, Lorrie’s probably blissfully riding on a cocaine high right about now as she fucks some other Joker.
My mind runs a mile a minute before it clicks. Cruz followed me, I shouldn’t have been so careless after seeing him back at the strip club.
I’m fucking fucked. So stupid of me, I shouldn’t have gone.
I peel myself off the floor, sitting up with a hiss through my teeth at the pain in my chest, making it difficult to draw in a proper breath. I’m literally going to have a bruise shaped as a boot print. My chin drops to my chest with my shoulders curving to appear smaller.
“I’m sorry.” My voice comes out choked, desperation clear in my tone as I sit there shaking.
“You will be. Tell me, what do you think of Cruz? Do you fancy him?” He asks absently, leaning over the table to his right as he snorts coke in a straight line, he shakes his head as he sinks back into the chair.
He’s gazing across the room and when I follow his gaze, Cruz is leaning against the bar with my mom stroking his cock over his jeans as he stares at me without blinking.
I'm at a loss for words. I feel like this is a test. Did Cruz really talk to him earlier or was he only messing with me to stalk me like the creep he is?
“I think- I’m not. What does-,” I’m cut off as Payne bursts into laughter that causes everyone else to laugh and the music to start playing again.
“So pathetic. Get out of my sight girl.” He waves his hand dismissing me as he starts kissing Doris’ neck but her attention is right on me.
Her eyes are still wide and I see the fear in them but not for her.
For me. She gives a small jerk of her chin, telling me to get out of here.
To get away from the man whose mission in life is to cause me unbearable pain until I’m all cut up and it’s damn hard to escape at that point.
Cruz can’t have me and he knows it unless Payne gives him a signal that I’m free game so he’s resorted to Lorrie instead.
She makes me sick especially when she drops down to her knees in front of Cruz and unbuckles his belt, which gives me flashbacks at night of him taking it off with the metal hooks clinking together.
Funny how the smallest thing can control us, like a noise or smell that brings it all back in seconds.
I don’t waste time to get away, I’m halfway across the room in seconds and ignoring the hands groping my breasts and squeezing my ass when I pass by with my head down.
It doesn’t matter because I can’t see their faces, too many club members crowded in one place.
It could be all of them or none at all, just phantom hands from my past that I can’t escape. I’m losing my mind.
That’s me, Tillie, the girl who can’t fight back and I begin to wonder if this is how it all ends. There is no fork in the road for me, it’s just a straight road into misery. Collapsing onto my bed after shoving my desk chair under my doorknob, I stare up at my ceiling fan as it slowly spins.
Am I tired? Yes, but the moment I close my eyes, my brain shuts off and the nightmares happen that cause me to wake up screaming into my pillow as I bite it to stifle the almost inhuman sounds I make. To top my night off… I still have homework to do and school in a couple of hours.