Becky
Ever since Darian and Peter entered my life, I’ve noticed that I’ve been a lot happier. I go to bed hopeful, and I wake up hopeful. Sometimes I’m even excited for the day. Especially when I know I’m going to see one of them. Well, until today.
Today I wake up groggy, still tired, and wishing I could just go back to sleep. Normally, I wake up to have a cup of coffee on my balcony looking out over the city. But today I skip the coffee and just go straight to the shower.
If my coffee doesn’t wake me up, my shower usually does. As I’m washing my hair, I think about last night's events. Darian and Peter got into an actual physical fight right in front of me.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since they left. I knew that the two of them had problems, major ones even. But I figured that I would help bring them back together. I still have hope for that, but I just didn’t think it would take this long.
I don’t want my two boys fighting. It throws me off my game and I’m sure it throws them off of theirs. Which is exactly why we all need to get along.
I finish up my shower and remind myself to get the two of them together tonight and have a long talk. I’m determined to find the root of the problem and come up with a solution that keeps the three of us together.
I get dressed, grab my things, and head to work. The last place I want to be when all of this Darian and Peter stuff is weighing on my mind. Not to mention I’m not really making much progress on my case.
When I get to work, I notice something is off right away. I go in the back where the strippers usually hangout before going on stage. It’s where we get ready and talk shit about Max Sleezeberger. It’s always packed in here before shift starts, but today it’s completely empty.
I walk to my usual spot in front of one of our makeup counters and set my bag down. I’m about to start doing my hair when I notice someone standing in the corner. Startled, my curling iron clatters to the ground.
“Hey sweetheart,” Max says, popping out of his creepy spot in the creepy corner.
“Uhh, Max, I didn’t see you there, where is everyone today? Did I miss something?”
“Oh you most definitely missed something. Say,Becky.Did you know that I have cameras in my office?” He asks.
My blood runs cold.
“What?”
“Yes, I have cameras that I can watch live on my phone from everywhere in this building. I see everything that happens, I know everything. Does that scare you?”
“Uhm, no? What’s going on? I’m confused.”
He inches closer.
“Oh I don’t think you’re confused at all. I think you know exactly what’s going on. And do you wanna know a secret?” He asks, circling around me until he’s directly behind me.
“Sure?”
He pulls my hair back and presses his lips against my ear.
“I know that you’re an FBI agent,” he whispers.
Suddenly I fear for my life. I jump away from him, trying to get to the other side of the room as fast as I can.
“Oh honey, there’s no point in running. I didn’t say that your little side gig had to stop anything.”
As he says this, two of the biggest men I’ve ever seen in my life enter the room, each taking hold of one of my arms. They lift me up in one fluid motion, dragging me out through the back door and into the alley behind the club.
It’s not until I see the big black van that I start fighting, kicking, and screaming. I know what happens in these vans. I’m not about to let these guys take me.
But no matter how hard I kick or struggle, in a matter of seconds, I’m being thrown into the back of the van with the door slammed shut behind me. It’s pitch black, and it takes my eyes forever to adjust to the darkness.
“Right here baby girl,” Max’s voice says out of nowhere.
I jump and begin crawling backwards in an effort to get as far from him as I can in this tiny space. In doing so, I bump into someone’s foot and I’m forced to settle for a spot somewhere in the middle.
Normally at this point in shows or movies, the victim is asking questions like “where are you taking me?” and, “why are you doing this?” or even, “what do you want from me?” Not me.