Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Chapter Fifteen (XXX)

"What do you mean you're not leaving?" I ask.

"That club is all I know. It's my home." He says softly. "I'm sorry."

"You're going to leave me for the club?" I wince.

"I'm sorry. It's all I know."

"No, no! You can't do this! You just told me yesterday that you loved me. You can't just up and leave me now."

"That club is all I know, Sean. I'm not going to lose a good paying job over someone like you." He says softly. "Just calm down. Lets go do something."

"Someone like me?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I growl.

"I was caught up in the moment. I don't know if I love you or if I'm just attached to the sex." He says, walking towards me. "You don't even put out anymore." He growls.

My eyes fill with tears.

"So you're breaking up with me because I won't have sex with you!?" I roar. "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be fucking terrified to do things. You hurt me. Badly."

"No. I gave you what you fucking wanted and you couldn't handle it." He growls out.

"You told me you loved me. That has to meant something." I whimper out.

"I- I'm sorry Sean. I don't. I can't." He comes closer and hugs me tightly.

I push him off of me, "you're a fucking prick. A fucking liar." I sob, shoving him back for good measure. "You played me like a goddamn fiddle."

He just looks down, I quickly pull on my shoes and jacket and walk out the door.

* * *
I walk into the club, my eyes puffy and red. I walk into Tony's office.

"Hey, you alright?" He asks softly.

"I'm turning in my two weeks notice." I whisper.

"You're not serious?" He asks.

"Mark is staying." I whisper, tears forming in my eyes.

"Oh.. here." Tony reaches over and pulls open a drawer. He goes through some files before he finds mine and lays it on his desk. He opens it quickly and reads a small paragraph. He grabs the clubs checkbook and quickly writes a check. He tears it off the rest of them and hands it to me.

"It's the least I can do for 2 years of great service." He says quietly. "And being a dick. I do like your tattoo."

The check was for 2000 dollars.

"Thank you." I whimper. "Keep all of the clothes for Odin. He can have all my junk."

Tony stands up, and comes around the desk and hugs me.

"I'll see you around, kid."

* * *

I sit on my bed, crying. My knees against my chest. I look down at the tattoo I stupidly got. I put my hand over it, trying not to have another breakdown.

I hear a knock on my door. "Go away!" I yell.

I hear the knocking again. I stand to my feet and walk to my door.