CUSTODY

Chapter 3- A strangers bed...

It was mad loud inside the club as anyone would expect a club to be like honestly. The dancefloor was dominated by people showing off their dance moves.

It was crowded but I headed straight to the bar with Emily. Jenna had gone to find her boyfriend. Emily and I each took a round of shots and I didn't stop till I could really feel the alcohol surging through my veins. I could hardly stand still anymore and a thought came to me.

There had been strip poles erected on the stage of the club. As a teenager I remember always implying that one day I was going to run away and become a stripper so why dont I. The poles were right there and random people were just straight up walking over and dancing on them.

"Hold my shoes" I slurred taking off my shoes and handing them to a drunk Emily.

She grabbed them and I undid my hair from its loose bun. Heck yeah this was a new Zara. My vision was a bit blurry and my steps were a bit clumsy but I made my way to the stage and held onto a pole for support.

I had done this before yes but that was when I was taking gymnastics and ballet which was a long time ago, I knew what I was doing at least i thought. My dress clung on to my body and I fixed it so it would be able to cooperate with me on what I was about to do.

I grabbed the pole at head height with my foot close to the base of the pole, this shit was hard, I felt like I was climbing monkey bars.

I hoisted myself on the pole and just let my self go. I all happened in a blur but I felt like the most seductive talented pole dancer in the universe while in reality I probably looked like a duck trying to climb up a tree. I did have a lot of alcohol in my system and thats what kept me going. I twerked and moved on the pole throwing it back, I had no idea what I was throwing back I just knew I was throwing something

There were cheers from the crowd or maybe I imagined that, then there was a flash of light. I was sobered immediately and fell off the pole. Almost immediately, I puked everywhere.

The crowd gasped as I released my intestines on the stage in front of a lot of people I did not know. I managed to find the bathroom and my stomach completed its journey of emptying itself.

It sounded like there was a war being waged in that bathroom. Other drunk girls looked at me curiously but just shrugged and stumbled off.

Soon I was pretty sure the bathroom was empty and I flushed the toilet and fell on the floor. I felt sick and tired and very sick, my head was being hammered with a fucking mallet just repeatedly and it was killing me. I was hungover and sick of this night. I just wanted my son.

I tried to get up but then threw up again. I was covered in vomit, alcohol and maybe urinal juices. Slowly I managed to get off the floor and limp towards the door but just as I turned the handle, the door was opened and a tall rather homeless looking man walked in.

He had thick brown hair and his mud brown eyes just screamed danger, still I was too weak and tired to identify the warning signals and just tried to shove him out of the way. And then he grabbed me.

He held me against the wall and grabbed my neck, he pressed on my neck tightly preventing from grasping air. My vision blurred a bit as I kicked and made attempts to scream. He didnt let go, he leaned in to me tightly pressing on my neck even tighter.

"Die" I heard him say but I wasnt so sure. I tried to fight but he had overpowered me.

And just as I was about to lose all control over my senses, there was a crash sound and this two-hundred-pound man fell onto the floor. I jumped away my alertness taking control.

Another man stood in front of me with a fire extinguisher in hand. He had on a suit and had beautiful green eyes, thats all I remembered before everything turned black.