Mazzy's POV-
Walking home at 2am is scarier than I remember from last time. Probably because last time I didn't leave my phone at home, so I had music as a distraction. My head still feels fuzzy, and I feel like I could faint any second. I stumble and try to grip onto the wall of a nearby building. It doesn't work, obviously. Just a few more blocks to go, I can do this. I kept telling myself that, and I actually believed it until I heard a loud thud coming from where I was headed.
The sudden noise made me flinch and my heart beat accelerated tremendously. I get scared super easily, I should've brought my phone. As I slowly creep up to where the sound was, I see something—someone??
I get closer and it's pretty obvious what I'm looking at. A dead body. Just my luck. I look up at the roof of the building where they supposedly fell. I see someone standing there, staring at me with some kind of weapon in their hand, it was too dark to make out what it was. My heart stopped. Again, I really wish I brought my phone. I was too frozen to scream, cry, or even run.
That is, until they ran out of sight. I knew they were coming for me. That's when I started running for my life. Too bad I'm a horrible runner.
I somehow make it home without being brutally murdered, and I lock all the doors in the house that lead to the outside. I thought I would be too scared to go to sleep, but I guess I got so fucking drunk earlier that I passed out immediately.
12pm
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. Work. Great. I hesitantly answer.
"Hello?"
"Yeah I can come in tonight if it's that important, don't worry about it."
Oh fuck off. I like my days off, y'know. I don't hate my job, but I hate being favored over every other worker, almost. They want me to come in on my days off all the time. It's just annoying honestly. Why don't they just get rid of my days off if they want me at work all the time so badly. I bet they would if they could.
I get out of bed and realize that I'm overheating. I take off my favorite hoodie that throw it to the floor. I like the hoodie, I hate the person who gave it to me. Maybe hate is a strong word, but he was kinda shit. I don't bother changing my clothes, it's not like I'm gonna be seeing anyone until later tonight anyways.
I go to the bathroom and try to brush my wavy black hair out, but it was too tangled and I didn't have the patience for that right now. So I just went downstairs and grabbed a snack from the kitchen. I headed for the couch, and flinched when I saw a tall blonde boy, sleeping on my couch, shirtless. Why was he still there? I don't even remember his name if I'm being honest.
I shake his shoulder in hopes he'd wake up. "Hey, you can leave now you know." I said in a sort of angry tone. I didn't wanna deal with any bullshit right now.
He slowly starts to wake up. "Mm? Oh, morning Mazzy~"
Gross. But I have to play along if I want him to keep paying me for pleasing him. "Good morning. How long do you plan to stay here?" I put on a fake smile because I know he's dumb enough to believe it's sincere.
"I do have somewhere to be later, so I'll be heading out soon. Do you wanna have a little fun before I leave?" He smirks.
No. "Yeah, sure." I can't wait for this creep to leave.
2pm
"See ya, Maz~" the blonde haired boy walked out the door, finally.
I sighed and picked up my bra and reclipped it. I put it on and adjusted it to fit my chest. Then I grabbed my panties and slid those on as well. I need that stupid hoodie. I walk upstairs to get said hoodie.
I put it on and smell it. I almost gag. Okay, maybe I need to wash this. I'll do it later. I go back downstairs and grab cookie dough ice cream from the freezer. I gave up on actual breakfast a long time ago. Then again I suppose this would be lunch. I gave up on that too though.
After binge eating my ice cream for a while, I realize what I really need. A fucking shower. I grab my clothes for work and a towel. I turn the shower on and start to strip. I take the hoodie off and stare at it for a few seconds. "I wonder what he's doing right now," I ponder to myself before dropping it to the floor, along with the rest of my clothes. I step into the shower, feeling the hot water hit my body. Sometimes I get aroused by how the water feels on my neck, so I can't help but moan.
After a minute of enjoying that, I decide to just clean up before I do a bunch of dirty stuff at work. Basically I work at a strip club. Fun times, right?
6pm
After my shower, I watched some tv before it was time to go to work. I get everything I need for work and I open the door.
Crash.
I turn around to see what the sound was. But I see nothing. I decide to just leave instead of investigating, I'm not stupid.
I walk to work everyday, I just think it's more fun. I like taking walks, they're relaxing, and I definitely need to be relaxed before I go and get hit on and basically fucked at my job.
After about a twenty minute walk, I arrive at the strip club. I walk inside and get ready for the nightly routine of being a whore.
8:30pm
Work has been normal so far, guys drooling over me and getting hard. Doing some drugs and drinking as well. Although something has been kinda off. Maybe I'm just not over what I saw last night. But, I've been seeing someone watching me, not in the normal horny way either. Like, the stalker kinda way. Plus they haven't been interacting with anyone or anything, just staring at me. It's off putting. I just wanna go home.
2am
Finally I can go home. I don't know where that guy that was watching me went though.
"Have a safe trip home!" One of my coworkers says to me.
"You too." I smile. She's really nice. Although she doesn't understand that I walk home in the dark and I'm a whore, so I can't exactly be safe.
That interaction took my mind off of what I saw 24 hours ago and the guy who was watching me. Until I got knocked out of course.
Thud.
