Sins ♕ / Justin Bieber / Jason McCann / Shawn Mendes

[17] Complicated

We stood in front of Michael's wooden closet. The floor was filled with mostly basketball clothing laying all over the room, he didn't seem to keep up with a decent maintenance of his habitat. It raised the thought that a teenager going through puberty owned the untidy place. The room had a particular smell of strong male cologne and rubber, the type of smell that could knock you out if you dared to sniff the fragrance for more than two seconds.

-"Michael has this atypical fetish of keeping a piece of clothing from every woman he sleeps with"- Kei informed me gently positioning his fingers on the closet's door knob.

I frowned confused as I switched my gaze between Kei and the suddenly intriguing wooden furniture -"What?"- I inquired disconcertedly.

Kei opened the closet avoiding an answer, his fingers gripped on the holder of the bottom drawer for a second before pulling from it just to reveal several sets of women garments nicely placed inside.

-"I can't believe people agree to simply give personal belongings to a stranger they just met for a one night stand"- I stated amused picking up a black dress to examine it.

Kei chuckled shaking his head pacefully -"He actually takes them without their permission. He tricks them into believing they 'lost' it during the heat"-

I produced a soft yet consistent laugh, disbelieving anyone could possibly buy such a ridiculous deciet.

-"Anyway, check through the stuff and maybe you find something to wear, clubs here tend to be strict regarding dress etiquette. Although, they are usually less strict with chicks. You know, women are what bring men into the club"- Kei explained.

I rolled my eyes in a sigh. Society was so sexist, only seeing women as sex objects and free tickets to attract men, gratification and money. I guess I could be called a hypocrite since I used to work at an exotic club but my intentions there were innocent, just to sustain my grandmother economically.

The mere thought of the exotic club I used to work for awoke my endless curiosity towards the wellbeing of my coworkers and Petra, my boss. Did they miss me at all? Did they notice that something happened since I left without a trace?
The girls there perfectly knew I opposed to tell my grandmother about my linkage with the club, not because it was a bad job — which you could undeniably say it was — but because people in town liked to gossip about everyone's life whenever they had the opportunity. It didn't matter the slightest if their intentions were callous, or to seek attention or simply out of curiosity. The word spread faster than wind and before you even realise everyone knew about you and your acts, for good or bad.

My name was already dyed in the dark staining ink of shame and gossip once the spiral of events regarding the "death" of Emily reached the surface to the public eye. I wasn't insecure to care about my public status at least not anymore. I didn't need validation from anyone but my grandmother. But she already had enough criticism thrown at her because of her family's acts so my main focus was to protect her and make the rest of her years as joyful and peaceful as possible.

I decided to shower in order to dominate my messy hair while taking care of not wetting my sutured wound to prevent any posible infection. I optioned to leave my hair fall free behind my back after blow drying it, the air would give it a little more of volume and I really needed to have some fresh oxygen inside my lungs.

The shower blessed me with a few minutes of relaxation and quiet meditation. With all the recent chaotic events I had to push my emotions to the back of my head just for the sake of survival. I wondered how different my life could have been if it the car accident wouldn't have happened, if we spent a minute longer in the competition or if we wouldn't have gone. Infinite possibilities with multiple endings yet it was pointless, nothing was going to change my past nor my present.