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   "Don't."

   "But.." my best friend trailed off while passing a finger over the dark spot on my neck. "Y-"

"No."

"But-!"

"I just said no. Don't. Don't ask about it."

"It's-"

"One question."

"Who is it?"

"Any question but that one," I corrected while shoving my bag into my locker. She groaned, most likely expecting me to answer that way. She's not a stupid girl yet she continues to test my patience by the moment.

I feel like shit. I had a rare break yesterday and decided to go out and get drunk. I fucked some random guy who couldn't even meet my eyes in bed.

"W-"

"I said one!" I reminded then slam my locker shut. My music begun and I made my way onto the stage.

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I have props tonight. I'm doing my routine in handcuffs. I also have a chair.

I didn't bother covering the bruises on my neck. I didn't bother lightening my steps around the stage, kicking the chair away from me as I stand and continuing my routine.

I didn't bother conceal my aggravation tonight. It's crackling off me in flames. The crowd is loving it. I'm not having a good time.

He's here, in his seat.

But so is she.

The girl with the sharp aura is back and she's at his side. The one time I glanced at them, I noticed how focused they both were on me. No conversation going, but annoyingly close together. Silently and intently, they watched. I haven't looked back since.

At the end of my set I fled off stage and made for the locker room.

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Per usual Sunday night, an employee came over with an envelope in hand as I sat on the floor counting my tips. It took about an hour and a half to calculate my total earnings of the week, longer than usual because something seemed off.

Second time around counting, I realized I was right. I'm missing a few hours off my check. Considering my hangover and bad mood today, going upstairs to confront someone was my immediate reaction.

I took the steps two at a time, eager to pound my fist into the wooden door. He shouldn't be busy right now considering the club is now officially closed and it's only a handful of staff including him and I left in here.

There's also a chance she's up here with him. My steps became even more rushed.

Why do I want to catch them so bad?

Fumes radiated off me in waves but I came to an abrupt stop at the top of the steps. The door is slightly cracked, room pitch black and quiet. My heart is at an eager pace, maybe from the adrenaline of coming up here, or from the unease clouding my judgment. This door is never open when nobody is in there. Never.

My breaths are rushed. I'm anxious now.

Before any other thoughts could register, something clicked behind me, cool metal pressing against my head. I sucked in a breath.

"Get inside. Quietly."

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The blood dripping onto the tile floor did not belong to me.