My Little Girl

Chapter One

Paul walked out of Star's room, fell against the wall, and just groaned. He knew other people were staring at him, but he didn't care. He was flabbergasted by this spunky young woman. Teenager!

Paul felt a hand on his shoulder. "Could it be," He thought excitedly. "Ey Paulie, why ya sittin' on the floor," The rough voice of his best friend boomed. "Damn you, John," Paul thought. "Thought it would be comfortable," Paul said sarcastically.

John hiccupped drunkenly. Paul sighed, shaking his head. "Let's get you home, son," He said. Paul quickly walked him to a couch and sat him down. "Stay here," Paul instructed. "I'm going to find Ringo and George." John giggled drunkenly. Paul swatted his head.

Paul turned and went looking for his other friends. Ringo, being the "responsible" one, was on a couch with a sleazy dancer on his lap. Paul chuckled and called Ringo. Ringo looked his way and groaned. "Paul, Long Legs Lenore here was gonna," Ringo started.

"Come out, Ringo," Paul shouted. Ringo groaned, pushing the stripper off of him and walking to Paul. "Have you any idea where George is," Paul asked. "No," Ringo pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

Paul sighed. "If your going to be like that, love, go sit over on that couch with John," He demanded. Ringo groaned and sulked over to John. "I'm surrounded by children," Paul grumbled.

Paul sighed and strode around the club to look for George. He bumped into a young woman. He looked up and his jaw dropped. "H-hello," Paul stammered.

Star smirked. "You again," She laughed. Star stuck a finger under Paul's jaw and lifted it up. She giggled. Paul flashed her a stunning smile.

"Do you know where I can find a tall man with bushy eyebrows and dark hair like mine," Paul asked. Star scrunched up her perfectly arched eyebrows. She sighed. "Come with me," She said, taking Paul's wrist.

Star drug Paul to a room. Paul could hear muffled groans. He rolled his eyes. Star rapped on the door. "Cat, I know your in there," Star yelled. Paul heard a groan and the door swung open. A woman with black, short hair with green eyes, half naked, leaned against the doorway.

"Yeah," Cat said, a New York accent evident. "You got someone in there," Star asked, her Liverpudlian slang coming out. Paul grinned. "Yeah, babe," Cat answered.

Star rolled her eyes and pushed past Cat, grabbing the young man in the room's arm, and dragging him out. "This him, love," Star asked, amused. Paul sighed. "Come along, George," Paul said, grabbing George's arm.

George groaned. "But, me and Cat were," George whined. "I'll broke no denial," Paul cut in, dragging him back to the couch. Star smirked, amused.

By the time Paul and drug George to the couch, John was gone and Ringo was splayed on the couch. "Where's John," Paul demanded. "The bathroom," Ringo answered.

Paul pushed George on the couch. "Stay here," He demanded. George groaned. Paul turned on his heel and went to the men's bathroom. He opened the door and and walked in.

John had a girl pushed up against the wall, kissing her heavily. Paul shrieked in frustration. He grabbed John by his ear lobe and drug him to the couch. All three were there. Paul sighed, relieved.

"Were leaving," Paul declared. All three men groaned. Paul pulled them up and lead them to the car and drove them home.

Meanwhile, Star was in her room at the club. She raked a hand through her hair, combing through it. She slipped her clothes off and put on a long shirt and some sweatpants. She braided her silky hair and rubbed all of her makeup off.

Star flopped onto her bed and groaned. She was exhausted. She closed her eyes. Her shift was done for the night. Just as Star was about to fall asleep, there was a loud rap at her door.

Star decided to ignore it. The person knocked again. She groaned and grabbed her robe, throwing it on and opening the door. There stood her boss, Mr. Kite.

Star was suddenly rigid with fear. Had he saw her with Paul? "M-mr. Kite," Star stutter ered, letting him in her room. "Why hello, Rosy," Mr. Kite said, sickeningly sweet. Star shifted uncomfortably.

"Why so tense, Rosy," Mr. Kite asked, coming closer to Star. In a few steps, he had Star backed up against the wall. Star was breathing heavily. "My dear," Mr. Kite started. "I saw you with that man. You two seemed more than just friends."

Star shook her head in hopefully false denial. "N-no sir," Star answered. Mr. Kite held Star's hands above her head. He leaned in close. "I'm going to give you a warning, Rose," He started. "Your a favorite here, and you make me my money. I'm giving you a warning before your going to wish you were never borne. "

Mr. Kite let Star go. "Shirt off. Hands on the chair back," He said, taking his belt off. Star sighed and took her shirt off. She put her hands on the back of her makeup chair and held on till het knuckles turned white.

Mr. Kite snapped his belt and slapped Star's back with the belt once. Star flinched in pain. She stood back up and gritted her teeth. She turned around to the mirror and glanced at the gash. It wasn't too bad.

Mr. Kite smirked. "It'll be worse next time, my dear Rosy," He said, walking out the door and closing it. Star wanted to cry, but she wouldn't cry. She couldn't.

Star hadn't cried since she was that scared fifteen year old, doing her first dance. She hadn't cried since she ran away from home. She hadn't cried since she was sexually assaulted by her mother's boyfriend.

Star had steeled herself away from crying because it would get you nowhere. So, she just cleaned up her back, put her shirt back on, lied in her bed, and fell asleep.

Paul knew something was wrong. He felt it. After he dropped his delinquent mates off at their flats, he went home. As soon as he walked in the door. He felt a pain in his back. He knew it had something to do with Star.

Paul would go to the club tomorrow and see. He would make sure the beautiful dancer was alright. But, he didn't have any idea what would await him at the club.