Dirty Work

Chapter 2

There was no line outside. Since the club was hidden underground, it would be super suspicious to have a line of people outside of a random sex shop. So most people just hang out by there cars for a bit, and slowly start going inside.

Zayn and I have been sitting in the car for about 10 minutes, just waiting for people to start flowing in. Zayn says he doesn't have to deal with his shit for another half hour so we decided to just wait for a bit to go in.

I was dying to get inside though. My week has been fucking awful, and seeing my parents today, and going back to my old house did not help suffice my feelings. I hate being so emotional, but I guess it's in my jeans.

I've never had a good relationship with my parents. The only communication that was shared was yelling. I guess I wasn't the perfect little obedient child they wanted. In fact I turned out the opposite. Anytime I was told to do something around the house, I always refused. I was never allowed to hang out with friends or do anything fun, so my form of protest was constant refusal. Of course that turned into a shit show. I guess I did deserve some of the beatings I got.

My parents always made it clear to me that they would have gotten rid of my if they knew how I was going to turn out. Like always, they wanted to keep their perfect little track record. It would look just awful if they were to give up a 5 year old child that they cared for for years. Poor Stephanie wouldn't be invited back to wine night with the girls.

Sometime I wish they would have just followed through and gave me up. Anywhere would have been better than the abusive shit hole I was living in at the time.

Nobody ever tried to help either. My parents would always make me cover up the visible bruises that showed up mornings after some of my beatings. I could tell my teachers knew what was happening but were to scared to speak up because of the power my parents hold over this stupid city.

They run their own reality business. That's how they make so much fucking money. I was supposed to take on the business when I got older, but I constantly refused and then moved out. I guess they're going to have to find another little puppet to tie up to their strings.

They look like the most perfect little couple on screen, but once you look behind the curtains, you see the shit people they actually are.

I shake my head to escape my thoughts. Tonight was not supposed to be emotional. This was the first night in weeks I've gotten out. Zayn and I party all of the time, but I've been so caught up in my own life lately that I forget to give myself a break. It's like going out has become a chore lately.

"So what are you doing when we get in?" I ask Zayn, finally gaining back my mental stability. It looked like he was also in his own little bubble because when I glanced over at him, he had this hard expression on, like he was stressed or really concentrating on something. I seemed to have caught him off guard.

"Umm, I just have to say hi to some guys real quick. It'll only take a few minutes," he quickly spits out. Why was he being so weird? I mean this was the first time I've actually asked him what he's up to, but he seems super frustrated right now.

"Friends of yours? Can I meet them. I would love to hang out with some new people." I say while fiddling with my dark red hair. It's true though. I really need to expand my friend group. Right now I only really have Zayn and some other acquaintances from the tattoo shop.

"No," he says quickly. I whip my head around to him, which makes him even more flustered. Why was he being like this now? He was fine for the whole night leading up till this moment. I can see the sweat forming at his hairline. "Well I mean, there's really no need to. I'm only saying hi for 10 minutes. They're dicks anyways, you wouldn't like them. They're just old friends from high school," he says, trying to sound as put together as possible.