I Need Your Love (Nathan Sykes fanfic)

Chapter 25- Escape

Mike and the man come out of my room. Mike’s eyes drift to the mess on the floor and he bites his lip to keep himself from snapping. “Don’t you think you should’ve been cleaning instead of talking to this boy? Which by the way I don’t want you talking to; I don’t want my little girl to get into trouble.” He says through gritted teeth.

“Sorry sir.” I say quietly, grabbing a cloth to wipe the substance on the floor. I know that once the people leave, I will be severely punished. Mike gestures for them to leave, but before Jacob leaves, he gives me a small and comforting smile.

As soon as the door shuts Mike comes over to me, kicking me over and over again. All I can do is cry and wait for him to be finished. “Now clean this up, you little brat! We have to leave in an hour.” He spits and stalks back to his room.

I stare disgusted at all of the ugly bastards who left their homes to come and watch girls half their age’s dance around with no clothes on. Luckily, I’m not one of those girls, but I am a maid, I guess you’d call it. I clean, mostly, but that doesn’t mean I still don’t have to wear a costume, which just happens do go quite well with what my job is.

I feel a rough, cold hand rest on my upper arm. “How are you sweetie?” The way he talks is so familiar. But I haven’t heard him talk like that in two years, since he found out I self-harm. It’s the voice he uses when he wants something from me, what he’d use when he tricked me into thinking its right, and thinking that he loved me. “You look good in your outfit.”

“I thought I made you sick just by looking at me.” I say, shivering at his touch. His hands start to run up and down my body, a tear slipping down my cheek. This hasn’t happened in years, and I didn’t think it would start again. Mike slips away from me, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

I stumble into a coat closet, and grab my phone out of my coat.  Jay sent me a message, and then I remember the idea I came up with earlier. Realising this is the perfect time to put my plan into action, I message him back with all of the details.

I check the time, 5:00pm. Hopefully that’s going to be enough time. Suddenly I feel this pain, and loss of strength come over me. I then remember the fact I have blood poisoning. I guess I was just so busy that I forgot, and now that I have to wait.

I feel a tingling feeling, a painful tingle everywhere. I shake my head, no this can’t be happening. I have to stay strong until Jay gets here. “I can’t die here.” I whisper to myself. I slowly stand up and leave the closet.

“Whoa, better be careful.” A man comes up from behind me, grabbing my hips to stop me from swaying. He spins me around so I’m now facing him, he’s quite attractive. Short brown hair, matching brown eyes, and light skin; seems to be in his early thirties.

 I realize something in my head; I’m most likely going to need some money. I go into my other person, the sexy one that has no self-values. “I’m always careful.” I purr a smirk on my face. I try to ignore the dying feeling I’m experiencing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The man asks amused. I grasp his tie and start twirling it around.

I lean up closer to him and whisper: “I think you know.” I pull him into one of the private rooms, and start getting my money.

I lie on the faux velvet couch, crying. I can’t believe I just did that. Do I have no self-integrity left? Apparently not… Jay better get here soon.

My eyes drift to the floor, and stare at the pile of 100 dollar bills lying with one another. Turns out that man was rich and lonely. I gather them and stuff them into my, very small, costume. I leave the room, and Mike stands outside pleased.

“That’s the spirit!” He laughs and goes over to the bar. At least he’s not the one I did it to again.

“C’mon Jay, just come.” I silently cry. As if on cue a man walks through the door, a man I know is Jay.  He goes up to Mike and I can just hear their conversation.

“How may I help you?” Mike slurs. Jay keeps his head down,

“I would like her.” He hides his British as he speaks, and points over to me. Mike hesitates before responding.

“Oh, okay. Go right ahead.” He says, but I can see he’s a little suspicious. Jay comes over to me, and I pull him into the room, closing the curtains behind us. I fall into his arms and let out all of the tears I’ve built up.

Jay moves away from me, then takes off his hat, releasing all of his curls. “I can’t believe this happened. I’m so sorry.” He says.

“No, don’t be. It’s not your fault.” I wipe away the tears. “C’mon, I want to leave.” We start to push the couch over to the small window. I pop open the glass, then Jay gives me a boost out of it. Jay soon follows.

The cold air hits my bare skin, my breaths are no longer filled with smoke and alcohol. But now that I don’t have the worry of Mike, for a few minutes at least, the horrible dying feeling comes back. My legs are weak again, and I feel like I’m about to collapse.

“Jay, give me your hand.” I reach towards jay, and then latch onto him to try and balance myself.

“Are you okay?” He asks, but he already knows the answer.

“We just, really need to go.” I reply. He bends down then picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I feel him start to run, but I’m slowly slipping out of consciousness.

Someone bumps into us, and I almost fall to the ground but Jay catches me in time. “Hey, what the heck are you doing!?” I recognize the voice: Jacob.

“Ja-Jacob. Don’t worry.” I mumble. Jay sets me down, but still holds my waist.

“No this random guy is kidnaping you! How is that okay?” Jacob shouts.

“You don’t understand. He’s saving me. Mike kidnaped me.” My eyelids start to close, and Jay flings me back over his shoulder before I finally black out.

FINALLY! I did it! I finished this chapter lol. I was really, really, really, stuck on what to do, but I know now. And I know this was a pretty boring chapter, but don’t worry, the next chapter is going to be filled to the brim with drama! It should be up MUCH sooner as well. I hope you enjoyed,

~Morgan <3