ANGEL IN DISGUISE , MILEVEN AU

8.

el hated the drinking part of her job. the part where she got paid to drink with men.

she tried her best to not drink as much and to not drink drinks with high alcohol in it but her tolerance wasn't much.

"i think i'm okay now," she tried to say and push away the drink.

"come on," one of the men slurred then wrapped a hand around her shoulder which made her gag on the inside.

god, they reeked.

"times over for her," someone said and el looked up to see lucas just as he pulled her up. "club is closing early too," he only said before carefully leading her back to the rooms.

"thank you, sir," she said quietly and gave a small nod before she headed into the changing room because she was late.

she was supposed to get off an hour ago.

a fucking hour ago.

by the time she was changed and had her bag clutching to her chest protectively, she was running out of the rooms, knowing she still had to grab groceries.

but when she saw him by the front door as if he was waiting for her, she froze and she swore she tried to move back if it wasn't for him walking towards her.

"you making me come here again?" he growled against her ear, "you stupid fucking cunt, i'll—"

"el," someone called out from behind which made her jump and turn. "need your in the back," mike mumbled and she nodded quickly.

she turned back to mason, "i'm so sorry, i'll— i'll be real quick, i'll make more food, clean the house," she whispered, "i'll do anything tomorrow. i promise, sir," she chocked out before running away to the back, seeing how his fist twitched.

mike allowed her to walk first, looking over his shoulder at mason before turning back to el, "stay in the changing room as i kick him out,"

"you don't have to—"

"stay," he mumbled, making sure she was in the room before walking away.

and she couldn't help but smile a little bit in relief as she sat down by her locker.

♥︎

"el, where are you!" lucas shouted, "your act got pushed up!" he shouted as she shot up from the ground, "hold on, i'm changing!" she shouted back so he stopped right by the door.

"sorry!" he exclaimed, "i'll wait right here! never mind, mike needs me, just go!"

"okay!" she shouted back and pulled off her sweater and boots to put on her heels and to stay in the black lingerie she had on.

"fuck," she hissed, seeing how the sticker she put over her nipples were falling off.

she had experiences where people went on the stage and tried to pull her clothes off so she had to be safe from now on.

"hey el," she heard someone say which made her turn but then, she heard a splash and then she felt herself get soaked.

"what the fuck!" she exclaimed as casey laughed, "let's see how you can get on that stage now."

she huffed, turning to check her hair in the mirror and seeing how it was messed up, she pulled her ponytail out.

fuck this.

she bent forward, ruffling her hair then flipped it back with a huff of a breath.

looking down, she saw the bucket they used to hold the water and so she picked it up and went to the bathroom soaking wet.