My Clown

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Children ran around screaming with joy in the back garden as bubbles floated above them in the air. Multi-coloured banners were stuck on the fences and bright balloons were tied to the chairs sitting around the long table filled with snacks.

They all gathered around the table and sat down in their seats then hammered their way through all the delightful goodies.

Great! That meant I could take a small break. I went inside the parents house to use their restroom.

I was knackered, especially having to dance around so much in those big shoes. But the birthday girl was a nightmare to handle; she may appear cute like a wee Shirley Temple, but don't let that fool you, she's a spoiled brat. Her rich parents obeyed her demands throughout the whole day, trying to make their precious little angel happy. When I first arrived at the mansion they called her down from her bedroom. She came running down the elegant staircase in her poofy pink dress and noticeable purple birthday badge. She growled, "It better be a girl clown, I don't want a stinky boy clown at my party, yuck!" Thank the heavens I was exactly what she ordered, but of course the mother made sure to request a female clown on the telephone.

I sorted myself out in front of the mirror before going back out again, I was still looking good in my yellow top and red dungarees. I opened the bathroom door and there stood the father leaning against the wall, it looked like he was waiting for me to come out, perhaps he wanted to speak to me about something, hopefully I didn't do anything wrong.

"So how long have you been a clown for?" he asked.

"Years," I answered, unsure of what he was wanting.

"And how about your lifestyle?" he grinned from ear to ear.

"It's um...okay...average," I giggled nervously. There was something about this guy that made me feel uneasy. I wanted to leave but he carried on.

"Average? My dear you deserve much more than just average. I could give you anything in the world."

Oh my goodness there was something wrong with him, was he seriously trying to flirt with me? No, I'm probably just over exaggerating because of how tired I am. He tilted his head forward and grinned mischievously, almost like he was planning to do something. What were his exact intentions with me? Oh god! He's seriously doing it!

"Haha, no thanks," I laughed nervously, "besides you have a lovely wife."

"She's just a wife, nothing special like you darling," he scoffed.

The man came closer as I moved back against the wall, he pressed his body against mine. My heart was beating like a drum and I was scared. Then he grabbed my arms and attacked my neck with his sloppy kisses. I couldn't escape from his clutches, I tried to scream but I was panicking too much. I kneed him between the legs, he collapsed to the ground and groaned with pain, grabbing his area. This was my chance, I jumped over him and fled down the stairs then quickly ran to find his wife in the garden.

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"Y/N WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?" Hoyt screamed with rage through the telephone.

"But I didn't do anything, please you have to believe me," I cried in the telephone booth.

"Y/n, you-"

"But it wasn't my fault I'm telling the truth, he forced himself onto me!"

"Why the fuck would a married man want to be doing it with a fucking clown? Huh, explain that one."

"I don't know, but-"

"Well then why did his wife phone me up complaining that you forced yourself onto him? She said that you got frustrated with him so you kneed him?"

"He lied to her, it's obvious the wife would trust him, but I'm telling you I am innocent."

"You're a slut, and a lier y/n. You're fired!"

He hung up. I froze. I tried to process what just happened. Fired? No...oh no. What was I going to do?