After a month went by things seem to go back to normal. Maurico hadn’t stepped foot back in Lucky Charms after I asked him what he did for a living. Since then I’ve moved out of Steve’s office into a nice two bedroom, two-bath condo. I loved it. Steve hated not having me around so often but he knew this day would come. When it did, he helped me move and decorate. After, we order pizza while watching Hangover one and two. When it came time for Steve to leave I convince him to stay the night not liking to be alone. I was use to the club but here was a different story. Since then every once and a while Steve would stay over to keep me company. I know he loved the fact that I hadn’t completely ditched him. Why would I? Steve had always been there for me no matter what. I couldn’t just leave him. He’d be to lonely. To be honest I was starting to feel the same way. Something seemed to be missing, a pair of a certain hazel-gold eyes.
When I walked out on stage I observed the crowd as usual before beginning my routine. Some nights I wish I could catch a glimpse of those eyes just once. But what my eyes did catch had me ruin my whole routine. Had me completely frozen. I stood on stage staring at the man sitting just left of the stage. He was drinking a beer laughing with some men. I felt my throat go dry as I couldn’t breathe and for the first time I was booed. This seemed to get the man’s attention. Looking up the man looked right into my eyes. My father’s eyes. Shock was clear as day on his face before it was replaced with a grin. A sick creepy grin that had me fleeing off stage. I ran straight to the locker room collapsing on the floor. I could hear some girls asking was I ok but I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I was beyond scared and for the first time and years I felt like I had no control.
“Ice! Ice what’s wrong?” I could make out someone shouting. When they touched me I began to shake violently. “Fuck!” Steve took me to his office quickly laying me down on the couch. Running into his bathroom he came out with a white pill. “This is going to calm you down baby,” Steve whispered sounding almost broken. He made me take it as I began to cry non-stop. He had seen me. He had found me. Now what would he do? Not know is what worried me the most.
For the next couple of days I stayed in Steve’s office. He kept giving me them white pills which I learned not only calmed me but knocked me the hell out. I spent a lot of time sleeping lost in my dreams or thoughts. I barely ate only drinking water when Steve came to drug me but I didn’t care. I felt lifeless. It wasn’t till Steve found me on the bathroom floor with his empty pill bottle did he know just how lifeless I was. I woke up the next day in the hospital. Steve sat beside me fast asleep but he wasn’t alone. In the far corner a pair of hazel-gold eyes burned into me and they didn’t look happy on but. Why was he here? Better question why was I? Last thing I remember going was walking to use the bathroom.
Slowly sitting up I felt pains in my stomach causing me to cry out in pain. In a split second Maurico was at my side with a now wide awake Steve at my other.
“Take it easy Ki. They had to pump your stomach to get those pills out,” Steve explained softly. Hearing the word pills brought back the events that happen the night before. “Promise me you want ever scare me like that again,” Steve said kissing me over and over again. I could feel something wet fall on my face after he pulled away and notice he was crying. Never had I seen Steve cry. I hated it!
“I’m so sorry Steve,” I whispered avoiding all eye contact. Maurico was back in his chair in the corner.
“I’ll go get the nurse.” Steve walked out of the room without another word.
Taking a chance I stole a glance at Maurico. He was back glaring at me so I looked everywhere but at him. Few minutes later Steve returned with the nurse and doctor. They made everyone leave the room while they drilled me with questions and explained to me how the next couple of days were going to go. Once they were done the nurse gave me some meds then I was left alone.
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ICE (on hold)
عاطفيةOnly when he starts making his way towards me do I begin to feel nervous. He stops just in front of me never breaking eye contact. With one hand he reaches out and touches my face. I flinch automatically. Reaching in his pocket he pulls out a wad of...
