Too Much To Handle Alone

Eight

"I Think The Saddest Sound Is When You HearThe Crack In A Persons Voice When They're About To Cry."
-Unknown
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Kennedy's Pov
"I don't know if you noticed, but this is a night club." I said parking across the street from The Frosted Lady.

"Correction. It's a strip club." Danny said from the backseat.

"Maybe I can wait here with Bertha." I said nervously as I stared at the twenty-one and older club of terrors and naked women. There isn't even a line because it's only like six-thirty!

"Who's Bertha?" Jason asked. I rolled my eyes and let him try to figure it out.

"Are you worried about the women? 'Cuz there are male strippers too." Danny said. I shivered at the thought of an oily and or sweaty man grinding around me with nothing but an elephant trunk thong on just waving in my...

Gag.

"Come on. Come inside." Danny begged. I shook my head.

"I can't even get in. I'm seventeen." I argued.

"So? I'm eighteen and I'm on first name basis with the bouncers. So let's go." Jason said grabbing the keys out of the ignition and getting out with Danny. My jaw dropped and I followed them across the street.

"Excuse me. You can't just turn Bertha off like that. Only I can do that." I said.

"Bertha isn't the only one you're turning off Kitten." Jason scoffed. I froze in shock although my face erupted in flames as the blush of embarrassment rose to my cheeks.

"Hey Jeremy. Is Lauren here yet?" Danny asked the bouncer at the door.

"She just got in. You could probably catch her before she hits the stage." Jeremy said. Danny patted Jeremy's shoulder and ran in. Jeremy looked at Jason and I.

Is it too late to run?

"Hey Jason. Have fun. And don't lose her in there, she looks terrified." Jeremy laughed. Jason snickered and draped his arm around my shoulders. I tensed up at the gesture as a tingling sensation went through my entire body.

"Don't worry. I'll keep a close eye on her Jer." Jason chuckled fist bumping Jeremy as he lead me inside.

The atmosphere completely changed. Outside it was nippy fall weather and the wet sidewalk from when it rained earlier. Autumn leaves on the ground. Kind of relaxing with a mix of action here and there as it gets dark. Inside, it's hot and the air is moist. There's sweaty people and the smell of testosterone and lube everywhere. Women in little to no clothing dancing on poles, thirsty men that probably have wives and children at home throwing money at them. Pink and purple neon lights everywhere.

"I really think I should wait with Bertha." I said shakily to Jason. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow as we weaves through people.

"What?" He asked, unable to hear me. I shook my head and muttered a small 'nothing.' Jason chuckled and rubbed my shoulder with his arm that's still around me, making me feel safe until he removed his arm a second later.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine." He said walking ahead of me.

Wait! Where is he going? Why is he leaving me!?

People dancing to the music and moving around eventually blocked my sight of Jason and I'm lost in the middle of a mass of horny people grinding and whatnot. I felt my heart rate increase and my breaths shortened to the point of hyperventilation. I started to turn and look around to find where to go. But I'm so short and everyone else is so tall, all I see are people among people for what feels like forever. The walls feel like they're closing in and the room is getting smaller. I don't know what to do or where to go. I've never been to a strip club. I've never experienced this before. The closest to this feeling I've ever had was when I lost Diane while we were shopping in Macy's ten years ago. But even then, I wasn't over-crowded, I was able to move, I could see where I was going, I could find Diane. Right now I'm so...helpless.