Blindly Forgotten

Caught in the Act 12

CAUGHT IN THE ACT

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12

Yeah I never heard you say my name

I never thought I'd see the day

When everything is fallin down

I'm off my feet I hit the ground

I thought youd be my superman

I thought I'd be your damsel in distress

But even when I'm around

All I see is you chasing tail

So I'm gunna grow a set

And imma set you on fire!

Blaze blaze and burn it down!

I don't wanna see what you do to me

Blaze blaze burn it down

I was be dancin in the ash

Blaze blaze burn it down

Let it rain let it snow

I've already let you go!

I stepped away from the mic, looking out at the crowd of horny males getting off on the sound of my voice. The place was completely packed, not a single space for anyone else. The bouncer Ric, was trying to pull the guys back from the entrance but he couldn't manage to control this crowd.

I looked out at the booth my boss was sitting in, counting my tips up and subtracting the fee I had to pay each night I sang. It was only fifty bucks, but for ZJ that was a lot of money. I on the other hand abused my gift as much as I could. I knew I was safe behind the bartenders and with the taser in my hand.

Still I knew the girls in the place loved that song in particular, the lyrics seemed to set their minds, and low lives got kicked to the curb. I smiled as another guy got a drink in the face as his hand left a petite blonds butt. His brunette girlfriend stomped off.

Firmly dumped. I laughed into the mic, hearing the sultry sound echo in the place.

I looked down at the little paper football picking out the extra zero. I grinned before putting my foot on it and hiding it under my jacket.

"Gun powder and Lead for that one babe." I sighed. That was the one song I regret singing. It always strains my voice beyond belief.

I winked. "You got it." I whispered, turning on the charm.

I waited until my favorite part before belting out the lyrics to my absolute best. I watched their faces and pulled in the charm just a bit. I didn't want a mob on my hands.

"Red!" I smiled. "Red, you rock you crazy bitch!" I almost laughed.

My one little requirement to sing? Mr. Dillon demanded a disguise so no crazed fans would attack me. Or ZJ, or Kitten. Lucas or Harry. It was just a part of the job. Mine payed well too.

The only thing I changed was my hair color to a vibrant blood red the curled and fluttered around me, and my eye color to an impressive green. I made sure to dress a little more revealing but I made sure everything was covered and stayed covered before I stepped foot on a stage.

I finished the last set quickly, trying to smile pretty, but I wanted to go home.

Aden was there. I bit my lip as I hoped he was still asleep.

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I stepped through the door, and tiptoed over the floor and quickly stripped of the sweaty clothes and tossed them in the washing machine. I turned the water on for the shower, and stepped inside. The warmth made my knees weak.

I moaned at the contact with my bruised shoulder. My body ached, but I'd made two thousand dollars tonight, so it was worth it. I washed and scrubbed my skin vigorously until it burned from the scratching. I whimpered, but I couldn't stop.

The days events hit me hard, and I wanted to forget. How many times had I actually been over powered? So many I'd lost count.

But I never learn. I mused. No matter what happens, I never learn.

I washed until I was clean and turned off the water.

The makeup caking my skin was gone, and as I wiped the reflective door, I saw the dark marks on my face and chest. Even worse were the circles on my neck. I groaned in pain as I poked one particularly painful bruise.

I slipped out of the ybathroom in my robe and sweats and crawled onto my couch. Aden was in my bed. I wasn't going to climb in with him when he didn't know it. I snuggled into the blanket, I had on the back of the couch and tucked it around me.

One tear slipped past my lids before I fell into this amazing abyss called sleep.

It felt nice.