Remember that random bucket in the garage? That was my bathroom. I had tried so hard to hold back from peeing in that disgusting hole but I couldn't. I wasn’t exactly used to squatting over a bucket to let out of my pee. Even worse, the smell took over the small isolated rom. I wasn’t a neat freak but not being able to wash my hands afterwards was definitely the worst part. I felt dirtier than I had ever been.
It was late, maybe midnight and I couldn't sleep. The room was pitch black and the flashlight batteries gave out an hour ago. The room was silent except for the sound of my breathing and the occasion cricket noises coming from outside.
I managed to find the door leading to the outside world. I jiggled the handle but it was locked. Of course. It was going to be harder than I thought to get out of here. As I was walking back to the bed, the door from the house creaked open.
"Can't sleep baby?" Carlton flicked some lights on, the switch being inside the house.
"Not really," I said honestly, standing completely still. I didn't know how to deal with my bipolar kidnapper.
"Let's go have some fun, shall we?" he said with a smile on his face. Fun could mean a lot of things.
Carlton set down a pair of shorts and a tee shirt for me to change into. The shorts were too tight and the shirt was too big but I guess it was better than the polo and pleated skirt I had on that “provoked” him. He gave me a pair of flip-flops and held my hand as we went to his car. I sat in the backseat where Carlton insisted on putting my seatbelt on for me, purposely brushing his hand and arm over my chest.
The car clock said it was 1:21 am, what possibly could we be doing? Carlton got in the front seat and immediately locked the doors. We drove for 7 minutes until Carlton pulled into what looked like a nightclub. There were strobe lights shining out the windows and loud music you could here through the car windows. He parked near the front and held my wrist as we made our way into the club. There were lots of old men in the club, not many women. The women were all at most 25 years old.
Carlton kept his grip on my wrist tight until we got to a back room. He slid over a curtain to reveal a dressing room. There was a little old man with wrinkly tattoos all over his visible body. The only place without ink was his face.
"My man Carlton! How's it been?" the stranger walked over to Carlton and shook the hand that wasn't holding my wrist. "Who is this?" he asked, looking me up and down. It was rather disgusting though I had gotten the same looks for dozens of horny men just walking to this back room.
"Cammy here wants some new hair," Hold up. New hair? The man who was introduced as Robert sat me in a salon chair. Carlton decided on a dark reddish brown color, which completely contrasted from my currently blonde hair.
Robert dyed my hair and eyebrows. I wasn’t even sure it was possible to dye your eyebrows. My then mid-chest length hair was now just below my shoulders with some bangs. I didn't even recognize myself. Carlton left to get drinks, leaving me and Robert alone.
"Could I use a phone please?" I asked sweetly, hoping this stranger could help me. I didn’t know if he was in on the plan to kidnap me or he was just as clueless as everyone else.
"No can do," he said casually, straightening my hair.
"But you don’t understand! Carlton kidnapped me and I need to get home!" I said frantically, turning around to look Robert in the eyes. He was buddies with Carlton but maybe he would believe me.
"I know you're going through a rebellious stage but saying your dad kidnapped you is just low. Dear Cammy, when you’re older, you are going to wish you didn’t push your father out like this," Robert said, running his fingers through my hair. He was shaking his head at me like I was the one who did something bad.
"He is most definitely not my father and my name isn't Cammy it's-" I stopped when I heard someone clear their throat. I was basically screwed at this point. Carlton handed Robert some cash and dragged me back to the car.
I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. I didn't even feel like myself. We drove not to the house, but to another salon. I don’t how long I can take “being pampered” like this. It was a legitimate salon but I wasn't quite sure why it was open so early.
We walked in around 4:30 am and Carlton ordered me the "full treatment." The old woman working the front desk handed me a robe and pointed me to the bathrooms down the hall. I turned the corner and looked for any exit I could find. There were lots of piled up boxes surrounding the hall and there was a window but I wasn't tall enough to touch it.
"Bathroom's this way baby," a voice startled me as I turned to see Carlton staring at me and smirking. He grabbed my wrist and led me into the single use bathroom. I was about to shut the door when he put his foot in the door and followed me, locking the door behind him. I awkwardly stared at him wondering what he was going to do.
"Well go on sweetie," I hated his pet names for me. Sweetie, Cammy, baby, it was disgusting.
"I'm not changing in front of you!" I almost screamed, couldn't anyone tell this man was not my father? I definitely was not going to expose myself to man that kidnapped me not even a day ago.
"Stop causing more problems for yourself and just change out of those little clothes darling," Carlton walked over and sat on the closed toilet seat. I tried to stand my ground but I didn’t want to know what Carlton was going to do if I didn’t obey his orders. I gave up. I quickly removed my shirt and shorts and put the robe on. From under the robe, I took of my bra and underwear. He’s seen my stomach and legs, that’s enough for the pervert.
"Aw you're trying to be so conservative, how cute," Carlton laughed. I wanted nothing more than to get out of this bathroom. I felt like the walls were closing in us. I quickly grabbed my clothes and left the bathroom, Carton shuffling close behind. Too close. Before we could turn the corner, Carlton pulled the string of my robe exposing my naked body. I felt a gust of cold air hit my body and I was too shocked to attempt to cover up before Carlton saw.
"Damn Cammy, it's a good thing we are getting that wax. I can’t have my baby looking like that," Carlton eyed me up and down before leaving me alone and naked. This day has already been horrible, I just wanted to get this wax over with and maybe get a few hours of sleep.
a/n:
i meant to update last week but i forgot, sorry about that :-// but i hope you all are enjoying this fanfic, it's about to get good, dON'T WORRY
- em
