La Muñeca

*Years later*

Years later...... far away in New York...

Epilogue :

My whole life has been ripped into scattered pieces but slowly and surely I was becoming the man my heart fully desired.

I hate coming to my father's old strip clubs in New York but I didn't have much of choice, no matter how many years passed or where the club is at; it's all the same.
Music too loud
Lights too bright
Too much cheap perfume
And too many women name Diamond or Lexus.
Oh, all that fucking glitter makes a fairy blush.

Customers never change no matter the decade; it's always the same type of horn dogs. The need to have women turn into their real-life fantasy has become a need for them.

To say there is no money being made in this type of industry is completely false and women take advantage of men's idea of perfect body and flawless skin.

What's the point of getting a degree, when in the adult business you can make more than a damn doctor without the student loans.

The club was going to be left to some new upcoming kid that was buying all the strips in the popular cities.

Everything about tonight didn't still well in my stomach calls it a bad gut feeling, I don't know if it was the fight at home with Gia before departing to New York.
Or that everything about this club seems too familiar but yet different.

I made my way to the Vip section as a waitress with too much makeup and showing too much skin came to my table started to touch my arm, "Hello Sir, I'm Diamond. I'll....."

"Whiskey on the rocks, don't touch me."

I didn't give the poor girl a chance to even finish I wasn't in the mood; I just wanted to run home to my wife. I pulled the sleeve up in my black suit to only notice it the kid was already late by thirty minutes, 'Fucking great.'

The lights started to dim as the men shut up and colorful lights disappear
The music turn in a guitar solo with upbeats with a husky male voice coming from the speaker;
"Watching her
Strolling in the night so white
Wondering why
Its only after dark."

A song that seems all too familiar but I couldn't understand where or when I've heard it.

A woman appears swinging her hips left and right following the soft beat to the music in a nude cover up bikini matching her skin, all the horny men just stayed quiet staring with admiration. Her body captures the audience but it was her eyes that capture me. She didn't seem like the usual New York stripper more like a ballerina and this wasn't her stage.

She kept her eyes right on me as her body seems to be detaching from her stare. Seem like her body and eyes were two different places but she only kept looking at me with full of possession. The spotlight keeps following her from one side of the stage to other.

She reminded me of someone from my past that still haunts my mind but as I try to fight the rage that is starting to consume me, the lights go black.
I feel the sharp pain coming from my chest. As I begin to close my eyes, accepting the darkness before me.
and Her face is now will be the last one I see in this lifetime; not the love of my wife or my children but a mirror of an image of the woman who haunted my past.