23 year old Normani Kordei has to work to make ends meet for her and her younger sister, Zendaya. With their parents passing from a tragic accident, their worlds are turned upside down.
Lauren Jauregui is a world renowned artist who was lucky enoug...
"Maniiiiiii I'm bored" Ariana whines from behind the bar
"Ok?" I ask
"You're so complicated, let's talk" She says
"About?" I ask
"You and Lauren" She smirks
"We're good" I smile
"I can tell, she's coming back tomorrow right?" She asks
"Yea but it's like a 16 hour drive, she won't be back till tomorrow night" I say
"Rock her world like last time" She smirks
"I plan on it" I say
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"Mani why does that guy keep staring over here?" She asks
I follow her stare and roll my eyes.
"I just gave his ass a lap dance, he's weird" I say
"How so?" She asks
"Well he's staring over here every 5 minutes and he just gave off this weird vibe, I don't know" I say
"What time you getting off?" She asks
I hold up 3 fingers and take a sip of my drink.
"Well I'm out of here at 1 so be careful" She says
"I hear you" I mumble
"Hey there" A voice says from behind me
"It's him" Ari mouths
I slowly turn around try my best to control my facial expressions.
"Hi" I say awkwardly
"Wanna take a couple shots with me?" He asks
"No I really don't" I say
"Where's the harm? It's just a couple" He says
"I can't be drunk off my ass while I'm working and I just don't want to" I say
He stares at me with this uncomfortable gaze then flexes his jaw.
"Can I get your number? Take you out some time" He says
I look over at Ari and try to stifle my laugh.
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"Just walk away and save yourself the trouble" I say
He flares his nose and walks away.
"Why the fuck is he so pressed?" Ari laughs
"Who knows" I say
Soon she leaves and I do a few more dances and dance on the stage, catching glimpse of the guy a few times. My shift finally ends and I grab my bag, heading out the back door. I hear a whistle behind me, along with a hand grabbing my waist tightly.
"Slow down beautiful" The same ass motherfucker says
I break out his grip and fold my arms.
"Really what the fuck?" I ask
"And you're feisty? Sexy" He grins
He backs us up into the wall of the building and I attempt to push him off me but he grabs my wrists, pinning them to the wall.
"Slow down ma, I know you want me too so let's just get this over with" He husks into my ear
I try getting him off me again but this bitch is strong as hell. He pulls my shorts down, along with my panties. I open my mouth and he puts his hand over it and still keeps a hold of my wrists with his other.
"Don't make any noise" He says
He turns me around and pushes me further up against the wall. He brings my arms behind my back and presses down on my back. I rest my head against the wall as tears start to fall, this is really about to happen. Just as I feel the tip of his pencil dick I hear a familiar voice.
"HEY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!" Papa J yells
The guy lets me go and starts running away but Papa J catches him, he wounds up knocking him out. I pull my shorts back up and slide down the wall a sobbing mess.
"It's ok Mani" He says while rubbing my back
"No it's not" I cry
"Yes it is, it didn't happen right?" He asks
"Whatever" I mumble
He hugs me and I cling to him tightly, crying onto his shoulder.
"I told you I was always gonna look after you" He says
I nod my head and sit up.
"I just wanna go home" I say
"When I call the cops they're gonna want answers from you" He says
"Just tell them I'll do it later, please papa I just wanna go home, this is too much" I cry
"Ok" He says
He helps me up and walks me to my car.
"You ok to drive?" He asks
"Yea" I mumble
He hugs me again and kisses my forehead.
"Don't tell Ally or anyone please" I say
"I won't" He says
"I'll let you know when I go to the station" I say
"Alright Mani drive safe, love you let me know when you get home" He says
"Love you too, thanks papa" I say
"Don't worry about it, take as much time off as you want, your health is more important" He says
I nod my head and wave to him, I drive off barely aware of anything. When I get home it's almost 4, I text Papa J and smoke in the garage then go check on Zendaya. I go take a long hot shower, trying to scrub away the memory. I put on something comfortable and go into the kitchen, grabbing a big bottle of Rum. Once I'm in my room I lay back on the bed, taking a big swig from the bottle. I close my eyes and start crying again as the images keep flooding my mind. The way his fucking hands felt, the sound of his voice, his obnoxious ass smirk. I take another big gulp from the bottle and ignore the burning feeling in my throat. I suddenly remember Quincy used to leave one of his drugs over here, I go look in it's usual spot and it's still there. Do I wanna take this route? It's not like I haven't taken these before though. The images come back again and I twist the cap off the bottle, popping 4 Xanax into my mouth and washing it down with the Rum. Within a matter of minutes i finish the bottle and stare up at the ceiling, the thoughts finally starting to go away. My vision starts to get blurry and everything goes black.
A/N: DONT HATE ME DNDNSJBSJSNSKS!! Papa J to the rescue though!
