Falling For You

Chapter Seven

Abigail's POV:

By 6:25 I get to my job. I head into the building and start walking straight to the dressing room.

"Abigail!" I jump at the sound of my name being called. I stop to turn around and see Frank standing by the door to his office. As I walk over to him I notice that he seems upset about something.

"Yeah?" I say as soon as I approach him. "Step inside my office," he says, walking into his office. I roll my eyes before walking through the door.

"Close the door and have a seat," he tells me. I do what he says.

"What's up?" I ask, sitting in a chair in front of his desk.

He sighs and pinches his forehead before finally having the courage to look at me. "Last night when you left, what happen?" Is he talking about the situation in the parking lot? He has to be. Nothing else happened.

"Well, let's see," I begin. "The same prick you forced me to dance for in the private room tried to rape me in the parking lot last night."

I stare at him waiting for his response. "That's it?" he ask. "That's it," I tell him.

"So you didn't attack him at all last night?" he ask. "Uh, yeah? I did," I respond. Was I not suppose to defend myself or something? "The dude tried to rape me. Why else wouldn't I beat his ass for it?"

He slaps his face, signing and shaking his head. Clearly, he doesn't approve of my actions, but I could careless about how he feels. The fucker got what he deserve and I damn sure don't regret what I did.

"Abigail," he says taking his hands away from his face. "You need to be more careful with how you handle things. The guy practically came in here threatening to sue this place. Said that if I didn't fire you he would take me to court."

Oh my gosh. Is he getting ready to do what I think he's about to do? Please say it ain't so. As much as I hate working here I can't afford to lose this job. At least not right now.

"Come on, Frank. You gotta be fucking kidding me," I throw my head back staring at the ceiling. "The guy tried to fucking rape me. What the hell was I suppose to do? Let him?"

"I understand that, Gail, I really do. But this is my business we're talking about here," he says, causing me shoot a look at him. "If I don't let you go now I could lose a lot of money. Worst, I could lose this club. Think about how much this could affect your co workers.

Are you fucking serious right now? I almost got violated last night and all he cares about is his stupid strip club? This is bull shit! And the worst part about it is he has yet to ask me if I was okay.

"So that's it? You're just gonna fire me just to save your precious strip club?" I ask. He shrugs his shoulders. "What other choice do I have?" he ask.

What other choice does he have?? How's about getting the police involve and reporting his ass for attempt rape on one of your employees? That sounds like a good fucking option right there. Or if you're not going to do that the least you could do is ban his ass from this place.

"Come on, Frank. You and I both know that I need this job. I have rent to pay," I plead to him.

"You don't think I pay rent too, sweetheart?" he says. "Or what about the other girls? Do they not pay rent? Trust me, you're not the only one, princess." I shake my head, sighing.

I can't believe this is happening. A guy tries to rape me and he gets away with it. I defend myself and I lose my job. How is that fucking fair, man? This is not right at all.

I watch as Frank opens the drawer to his desk. Digging inside the drawer, he pulls out a white envelope, which usually contains money. He opens the envelope and slaps down seven dollar bills on the desk, all hundreds.

"For you. That's your last pay," he tells me. After staring at the money for a second I sigh and take the cash, stuffing it inside my bag before getting on my feet and walking over to the door.

"I wish you luck," he says as I open the door and leave his office without a response.

I slam the door shut behind me and stomp my way towards the door entrance feeling extremely upset and pissed.

"Hey, Abby!" I hear Desiree call after me. "Everything okay?" I don't respond. Right now I don't want to talk to anyone. I just want to get the fuck out of this damn place. So the second I reach the door I leave the club and start walking home. I don't even wanna take the bus home, not that I could. Frank's stupid ass gave me all hundred dollar bills. Stupid Frank. I hope his stupid club one day burns to the fucking ground. My, would that put a huge smile on my face.

(Time skip)

I get back to my apartment. Still feeling angry and frustrated, I throw my bag down on the coffee table and plop myself into the couch. Bringing my hands up to my face, I start to sob.

What am I going to do now? It's not easy to get a job and my rent is due tomorrow. I have to pay my landlord literally majority of the money Frank gave me tonight, which will be $645. That will only leave me with only $55 to get food with. But what the hell am I going to do once I run out? Like I said, getting a job isn't easy. I was lucky enough to score a job at that
strip club. Ugh! I throw my head back, looking up at the ceiling and figuring out what I'm going to do.

I need someone to talk to. I reach for my bag and grab it off the coffee table. Going through it, I pull out my phone and the piece of paper that has Brian's number written on it and begin to dial his number.

I put the phone to my ear, listening to the ringing sound. "Hello?" the familiar voice answer. "Hey, Brian. It's me, Abigail, the girl you met outside of the club last night?" I say.

"Oh, yeah. I remember. What's up? Everything okay?" he ask. I sigh. "No. I got fired tonight."

"What the fuck. What the hell for?" he ask. I start to tell him about the conversation I had with Frank tonight at the club.

"That's fucking ridiculous," he says sounding almost upset about the situation. "If anyone should be pressing charges it should be you. You were the one who got attacked last night. The son of a bitch tried to rape you and you're the one getting punished?? That's bull shit. I should head up to that place right now and give that shit a piece of my mind. No way you should've been fired. That place needs to be shut down. The dude clearly doesn't give a shit about his employees."

I don't know why, but listening to how upset this guy sound on the phone almost make me want to smile. We don't even know each other that well and already he cares about me? How sweet.

"What am I going to do now, Brian?" I sigh. "I need to find another job asap before I end up getting kicked out of my apartment." Thankfully, I already have the money for this upcoming rent. It's next rent I need to worry about.

"Listen, why don't you go get some sleep and maybe tomorrow you and I can figure something out," he tells me. "Sounds fine?" The fact that this dude has his own problems to deal with but can still worry about mine tells me how much of a thoughtful and selfless person he truly is. It amazes me how his wife can cheat on him. A girl like her definitely doesn't deserve a guy like him in her life.

"Yeah, sure. That's fine with me," I tell him. "Cool. I'll give you a call before I head out to my friend's place. Sleep well, Abby," he says in a soft tone. "You too, Brian. Talk to you tomorrow." I press the end call button and stand on my feet to walk to my bedroom. All I can do now is hope that everything will soon get better. Hopefully, I'll have a new job before my next rent is due.
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Hi, everyone! Sorry if the chapter was too long for you lol. I hope you still enjoyed it, though. But how do you feel about Abigail's situation? Let me know what you think in the comment section. And please, don't forget to vote. Until next time, my loves. :)