Angel In The Club

CHAPTER 31

She heard the faint sound of someone crying and got up from her bed and made her way down to what seems like her parent's room.  She pushed the half opened door and saw her mother kneeling beside her bed in reverence and a sob visibly shook her body then. She slowly made her way closer to where she was, hating to see her in so much pain and agony.

She know how much she hates when anyone catches her crying or in 'a moment of weakness', as she would say. She needed this though. She needed to share these sad moments together with her. She needed her mother's warm and comforting arms. She felt like I've been mourning alone since dad was in the hospital; left out in the wilderness to deal with this grief that  wants to swallow her whole.

She touch her shoulder and she furiously wipes at the tears rolling down her cheeks .

"You frighten me Britney, I will soon come to cook dinner."

She said dismissing her. She knelt beside her anyway rubbing her hand against her back.

"You can't just give me some time alone please? By the way you done your homework yet?"

"Yes I am finished mommy. You don't have to try holding your emotions inside anymore. We can work through this together. He was my dad and I miss him too."

Before she could respond, she notice that she was zapped into a totally different environment. There were white concrete walls surrounding her and also an insufferable bright light that illuminated the area and hurt my eyes. The room riked of the pungent smell of bleach and medicine. A steady beeping sound filled the dead silence and she looked to the far side of the room and saw numerous balloons bobbing in the light breeze that read 'get better soon' and she realized she was in a hospital. She looked across the small space and saw a man in a cramped bed and realized with a degree of horror who it was.

He was stringed up with tubes to laborious machines that sang like a moving train and bags of blood. She went up closer to the side of the bed and saw that need face was all most completely concealed with white bondages like a mummy. She felt the tears threaten to spill out of my eyes. She sat on a foldable chair near the bed and held his hand tight as possible and allowed the tears to roll down the hill of my cheeks.  He left the house that Friday as usual for his job at the bar 'The Rusty Glass'.

It was his pride and joy and she enjoyed going there with him sometimes. Often times when he and my mom used to have an argument she would out of frustration say that the the bar would be what was going to take him home. She was known to be a person who oppressed a 'Goat mouth' as Jamaicans would often call someone who says something and it becomes reality. That night in question turned all our lives upside down, when  went to the bar.

He normally came home a little later on weekends versus weekdays, around 3 in the morning was the typical time. She waited patiently that morning to hear him come through the door. It was in vein as she fell asleep and even the next morning he was no where to be seen. She felt a rush of panic when she went into the kitchen and her mother was pacing the room slamming the fridge door and the cupboards as she made breakfast. She kept on mumbling to herself and it was obvious she was upset with daddy for not coming home.

She was just worried because he's never stayed the night at the bar and not come home. Unknowing to us then, we would receive a phone call from the police telling us her dad was intervening in a bar fight between two very drunk, incoherent guys when he was hurt. He was in the hospital and that was the reason he did not come home. She would subsequently hear the ear ripping scream of my mother in the living room as she got the horrific news.

She then saw the grim look on her face as she came in her room her hands shaking uncontrollably. We went to the hospital and was informed he had a blood hemorrhoid in his head due to blunt force by a chair thrown by one of the participants in the fight. It was later revealed that the man that caused his death had a grudge with her dad.  He was in a coma and there was a strong chance he wouldn't make it that was what the doctors predicted. She was in her first year at high school and he passed one morning before she  went to school.

She Finally woke up by a firm shake of her shoulder and when she cleared the fog from her eyes she was graced by the fervent, kind eyes of Narumba. She had a small frown hitched on the side of her lips.  

Immediately she was hit with a special type of dread the kind that almost renders a nightmare close to a soft pat on the shoulder. She had sex with Jareth and she couldn't even say it was because of the alcohol because she wasn't even drunk. She made that decision consciously by herself and she couldn't take it back.

"You seemed to be having a nightmare you were crying and calling for daddy. It was really heart wrenching hearing your cries."

"Yeah I was having a nightmare, thank you so much for waking me but I'm okay now."

She was covered with sweat and her thin shirt clang uncomfortably to her back. And she felt the claws of the dream slowly retreating from her wounded flesh.

"I was going to exercise would you like to join me? It really helps in relieving stress or the evidence of a bad dream."

"I don't know."

"Come on I won't take no for an answer."

She said pulling her out of the bed by her hand. She follow her to the adjoining room where there was a pink mat spread out on the floor.

She went over to the closet and took out another mat and pushed it in her hand and sat on her mat on the floor. She went ahead and spread the one she gave her beside where she was. There was no point in resisting because she would just continue to badger or coerce her into it. She turns on the tv and goes on YouTube and starts watching a video. She starts doing the moves and she watch her and the tv screen respectively not in the least in the mood to do any of the moves or poses.

"Come on, it will help, I promise."

"What kind of exercise is this? It looks a little like yoga but more strenuous and active." She say trying to seem interested.

"Yeah it's called Pop Pilates."

"Pop Pilates? I know about Pilates but that's the first I've heard someone say pop with it as well.It's the first I'm hearing about that form of exercise."

"Yeah I guess it's not that popular but it's like a revamp of the old techniques with enhanced moves executed with the back drop of pop music. It was recreated by a Youtuber called Blogilates she's amazing you can try watching some of her videos."

"Okay I understand, I'll probably check it out when I have time." She said looking at Narumba fascinated as she does some intricate leg movements in the air as she lays flat on the mat.

"It's what helps me keep centered and prevents me from becoming insane."

"Insane, what do you mean?"

"You know thinking about this situation were in can drive anyone crazy. Those greasy men touching you and violating you night after night and you have to play along and even like it. It's disgusting sometimes I close her eyes and see it rolling like a movie under my lids when I go to bed."

Her attention started to pique all of a sudden due to her shocking revelation. She did not think she felt like that because they all appeared to be alright with it on the outside. That means this can be how the rest of girls felt too. They just needed a little nudge in the right direction so we could take down this system and send Damian to prison. She was going to have to work harder in getting them to help hre achieve her goal so no other girl would get hurt.

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