Nightly Behaviors

Chapter 35

Chresanto's POV

I waited for the third day to return back to the club in hopes of finding the manger there. I knew I would probably be in big trouble with Cecil, but quite frankly, Crystal mattered more. Plus if I didn't find out what was up with her, she would have clouded my mind enabling me from being able to successfully complete my job anyway.

I waited there, at the club, for what felt like all day until finally I saw a familiar light skinned face. I immediately got out the car and began to follow him around the side doors of the club. "Hey!" I shouted out. He looked over his shoulder and suddenly tensed up. I had no idea why but I was determined to find out. He stopped walking long enough for me to catch up.

"I heard about what happened to the club, but do you have any idea where Crystal went."

There was a pause before he answered.

"No."

An awkward silence followed his response making me give him a peculiar look.

"All the girls had to be discharged." He continued.

"So you don't know where she is or could potentially be?"

"No."

He looked as if he was lying and continued to walk without turning back. Not wanting to let him know of my suspicions, I headed back to my car and parked in the crowded parking lot across the street to wait. I decided that I would follow him and have a more personal conversation with him. Something was telling me that he'd been lying and I wanted to scare the truth out of him.

I waited back for what seemed like several hour but was only thirty minutes in reality. Finally, I saw his black SUV pulling out if the old strip club's lot and begin driving down the sparsely crowded road. I pulled off a few seconds after him and kept a good distance away from him so he wouldn't notice my trailing. We drove for fifteen minutes before pulling up to an gated lofting area, almost as nice as mine. The old club owner pulled in as I continued to drive by knowing that if I followed him into this lofting area, he would recognize either me or my car. I looked around for an address until I spotted the number on a curb and glanced up at the street name. 4508 Yardhole Dr.

I would be back later that night to get some information out of him.

Crystal's POV

I wake up feeling as though I'd been under a familiar high. This drug had to be heroin, I could tell by the way my body craved for more of it. I laid on my back for what seemed like hours upon hours and realized I had been in a room separate from the other girls. Why'd I been in here? I didn't know and wasn't to excited to find out.

A child's laughter filled through out the room followed by an extreme drop in temperature and a change in scenery. Then suddenly the blacken space, lighten up to a familiar room, a room that was much scarier.

"Mommy, wake up."

I jump and look to my right where the voice came from. It's my baby girl Alona. I hadn't seen her big brown eyes and curly brown hair since she's been take from me. "Mommy Uncle Loui keeps looking in the room."

"It's okay honey, he's just checking on us to make sure we're okay." No he's not, why did I just say that to her I know exactly what he's doing. I open my mouth to warn her to stay away from uncle but instead my mouth betrays me. "Uncle Loui is no one to be afraid of honey." I am forced to say again.

"Okay mommy."

I pull the blanket up to Alona chest as she lays back down. She sighs deeply and then closes her eyes.

I lay down with her and bring her body close to mine in a tight embrace. So beautiful, I thought to myself. As I dozed off I continued to hold Alona in my arms when suddenly she vanished. Immediately my eyes shot open.

"Alona?"

As I spoke her name I could see my breath curl and disperse right in front of me. The room became extremely cold, colder than before. My body began to move itself and my arms threw the sheet from on top of me, onto the side. My legs slid to the side of the bed and forced my body to stand up.

I began to walk down the familiar hallway of my uncles home towards the bathroom. I could smell the old paint he'd attempted to paint the wall with that afternoon. The paint. The walk down the hall. This was all to familiar.

"She's drugged up, just how you'd requested." A voice from behind the door spoke, snapping me out of my nightmare of a daydream, into yet another nightmare.

The door creaked open and in came another man. My stomach sank at the sight of him. Was I going to fight or just let it happen, my mind bickered with itself as he neared.

I ended up fighting him and every man who entered my room that night. My mind wanted to stop but my body would begin biting scratching and hitting as soon as any man would get close to me. They all ended up getting what they came for and everyone of them took a pice of my strength with them.

By the sixth man who'd come to me, I couldn't fight him longer than a few seconds. He was the worst because I feel that my lack of movement angered him and he would thrust into me harder. I screamed at the jolts of pain that would travel up my midsection until the feeling numbed. He took a little over 15 minutes to completely finish.

"Whore." He mumbled as he stood up zipping his pants.