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Yawn. 18th Birthday! Saweet. I rolled out of bed and walked into the kitchen where Harry Tom and Danny were sitting around the table. "Dude..i had the weirdest dream" i started, as i grabbed a bowl from the counter and the fruitloops. "I was at the movie theaters, seeing Spiderman 3, and I left the theatre to get some snacks." I pushed the fruitloops around in the milk with my spoon. "How is that weird..?" Harry asked, laughing. "OH.."i continued, "when I got to the snack bar, this girl infront of me asked for popcorn and chocolate sauce. And I was like MAN, THATS MY COMBO!....Everyone I've ever known thinks thats the weirdest thing ever." Tom laughed, "Thats a REALLY random dream, birthday boy." The boys all chuckled a bit. "So was the girl fit?" Danny asked. I shoved his shoulder.
"Yes...she was. She had short brown hair, long bangs that covered dark brown eyes, she had her eyebrow pierced and was wearing a Chevelle shirt.. but shes MY dream girl Danny, stay away!" I joked. He laughed and stuck his tongue out.
I got dressed, since the boys promised me a surprise. And SURPRISE, i was standing outside a strip club. I laughed and smacked my forehead with my hand. Harry patted my back and said in a sarcastic, old timer's impression, "Today...you become a man!" I elbowed him in the stomach and Danny giggled fiercly.
Tom opened the doors and we all filed in, only to be greeted by James, singer from Son of Dork. "Heyyyy James!" I greeted him. He gave me a man-hand-shake-hug, "Happy birthday Doug!" Tom explained that the strip club actually belonged to James' uncle. I nodded, I couldnt help but laugh. James introduced us to his uncle, Mike, and explained that today was my birthday. He gave me a big pat on the back and a hearty welcome, telling him that anything we ordered today would be completely paid for by himself. Wow. What a nice guy!
I walked around, observing the inside of the place. To my surprise, it was a nice place. Definately high class..if that makes ANY sense at all..lol, a 'highclass strip club', how ironic.
We sat around a small, circular table and ordered food, which was served by beautiful girls in nothing more than underware. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander..but then again..so was Danny, Harry and Tom. James's uncle was sitting at the bar with another man, and I saw them exchange a LARGE wad of money. I looked around the table quickly, to see if anyone else had observed it. They were all looking at the half-naked women walking around though. I just shrugged it off.
"Hey man," I asked James, "Where's the loo?"
"Down that hallway," he pointed to a long hallway, with a greenish tint, due to colored lightbulbs, "fourth door on the left i think?" he said. "Sweet, be right back."
I stood up and made my way across the club, shuffling and winding through the maze of chairs, tables, and women. When I finally got to the hallway opening, I made my way into the green illuminated pathway, which was alot longer than it looked. Right turn, left turn, right turn, right turn, left turn. GEEZE. This was like the never ending hallway, and whats with all these corners? As i came around another corner, after counting three doors, i banged into something. "OOF" came a girlish cry, as a young girl was knocked backwards onto her bum. "Whoops. Sorry. You..uh..okay?" I asked, offering a hand to help the girl to her feet. She stood and brushed herself off, picking up the large cardboard boxes she had in her arms. "Yeah...thanks" she said dryly. She was a little shorter than me, and probably about the same age...with short brown hair, bangs and brown eyes. OH MY GOD.
"YOU....YOU..!" i tried to form words. Her eyes seem to cry out for help. She looked so sad. But why? And what the hell is she doing working in a place like this? In my dream, she was happy...wearing band tee-shirts and going to movies and ordering chocolate covered popcorn. Now, she looked skinny, tired, and pale. "Me...?" she asked. I shook my head. "You......sure your okay?" I covered. Whew. She nodded and picked up the boxes, presumably heading to the kitchen. I watched as she walked back down the hallway, before dissapearing behind a corner. This was SO weird. Did i get some kind of pyschic powers on my 18th birthday or something?...
After coming back from the bathroom...all I could think about was that girl. She looked so young! And she definately wasn't from around here. Maybe i had that dream for a reason? Oh hell. I'm thinking too much. I took a glass, filled with beer, that the boys had ordered for me, and downed half of it. I needed to relax and be happy..it was my birthday!
Finally, I had to tell someone. "Harry!" I elbowed his side. "I think I just saw that girl from my dream last night!" I whispered. He smiled and winked at me. "Sooooo. Go get her!" I didn't understand. What would I say to her? Wouldn't that be totally creepy. ' I dreamed of you last night?' No way. That sounds like a cheap pick up line.
I sighed, then I noticed her walking around the club with a pad of paper, taking orders from a few tables here and there. She was stopped by a few lads, quite drunk, who wouldn't stop grabbing her. Without thinking, I jumped off my seat and headed over that way. "Pleaase dont" she begged, trying to fight their arms off of her without loosing her cool. "Hey!" I called as I approached the table. "The lady said leave her alone" i said. The guys exchanged glances and stood up. Gulp. They...were....HUGE. Shit, what was I thinking. The dream-girl looked at me, worried. "Excuse..me?" one of them said. Standing my ground, I heard footsteps and knew the boys were just a few feet behind. "I said...leave her alone" i repeated. The two men chuckled amongst themselves, and in a flash I saw a fist coming at my face. Then....black.
Two drunk guys at a table started harrasing me, and out of nowhere, the guy from the hallway showed up and stood up for me. What the hell? I couldn't figure this kid out. He was half the size of these guys.... I guess I was just shocked that someone was standing up for me. It was kinda sweet though. "Excuse me?" one of the men asked. I saw the strawberry blonde boy swallow hard, "I said, leave her alone!" he repeated. I noticed he had a small gathering of friends a few feet behind him...but in a split second, one of the very LARGE, muscular men, wound up and punched the boy square in the face. He fell to the ground hard, landing on his butt. "STOP!" I cried, trying to stop the fight before it got any worse. They didn't listen though, and were soon kicking the poor kid.
His friends soon jumped in too, a few on the backs of the attackers and the others pushing and calling for help. Within seconds, Mike was out front yelling and pulling people off of each other. "Uncle Mike!" one of the boys yelled. I recognized this boy. He'd come in every now and then, and i'm pretty sure his name is James. "WHATS GOING ON OUT HERE?" Mike screamed, the two drunk men pointed to me. Uh-Ohhhh.. Mike glared at me and I just smiled innocently. It wasn't REALLY my fault...was it?
The boy who stood up for me was still on the ground, his head on my leg. His nose was bleeding and his eye was already black and blue. Poor kid. Mike turned to the drunks. "Sorry bout this boys, we'll get you a pitcher on the house!" he snapped to a nearby waitress. I'm not even sure if refering to us as 'waitresses' is politically correct. We were more like slaves. The men smoothed out their shirts and sat back down at the table though, awaiting their free beer.
Mike then turned to me. "Grace...." he yelled through his teeth, his jaw clenched in anger. "We'll talk about this later. First...go get Dougie cleaned up and apologize. Today's his birthday." he said. I frowned. So his names Dougie. And did i just totally ruin this kid's birthday or what? Crap. "And JAMES" Mike turned to the blonde boy, who seemed to be giggling at the fact that Dougie was practically in my lap, "No more fights please?" he asked, his hands up in the air protestingly. James nodded and the rest of the boys headed back over towards the table.
I frowned down to the boy, his head on my knee. "Whoops?" I said. He smiled and groaned, rolling over onto his knees. I helped him up and put one of his arms over my shoulders as I dragged him to a back room to help him get cleaned up. His nose was bleeding pretty badly and he was practically doubled over in pain. We walked down the green hallway and into the first door on the right. It was a large storage room, with another door at the other end. We cut through the room and into the other door, up a flight of stairs, and into the 2nd room on the right... my room.
I sat the boy down on my bed and handed him a tissue box for his nose. I went to the sink and wet a washcloth with warm water, handing it to him. "Why did you do that?" I asked, still completely perplexed. He shrugged, just looking up at me blankly with his puppy-like eyes. I sighed, and sat down on the bed next to him.
Dougie's P.O.V.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. The girl looked miserable, her eyes glossed over as they filled with tears. She stood up and walked across the room, her back to me. "What do you mean." she answered. I scoffed. "You look so sad. No way could you really want to be ....doing this.." i said, looking around the small, one bedded room. "Why are you here...?" I asked. However, soon I heard her sobs and froze. Crap. Whatd I do?
She turned around, tears streaking her face. "I was in London, shopping with my friends..." she started. I furrowed my eyebrows. She sighed, frustrated that I wasn't picking it up. "Ever heard of the black market?" She asked. My eyes opened wide, "You mean your being KEPT here?" I asked, almost yelling. She shushed me quickly though and checked the door to make sure no one was coming. After returning, she nodded and sat down on the bed next to me, pulling her legs up to her chest. "That was really sweet....what you did for me." she said. I smiled, feeling important. "Guys dont act like that around here... but thanks.." she smiled. It was nice to see her smile. I chuckled a little bit, wiping my nose and face with the damp, warm washcloth she gave me, getting all the blood smeared on my face off.
"They kicked you a couple times..." she started, "your ribs okay?" I lifted up my teeshirt and sure enough, my ribcage was purple and bruised. "Ah..I'll be alright" i said. She touched my chest with her fingertips and I grimaced, breathing in sharply in pain. "I like your tattoo" she said, admiring the tattoo on my chest, shoulder and arm. I smiled "Thanks."
"I really am, REALLY sorry...about those guys...and about your eye and chest.." she said. I smiled. I didn't mind. Not after finding out that she was kidnapped and being held here against her will. "Ice?" she offered. I shrugged, then nodded. Cant hurt right? She got two small baggies of ice. One for my eye and the other for my chest. I took my teeshirt off and leaned back against the wall, holding both of them on. She laughed. I must look like an idiot. "You can lay back if you like...might be more comfortable" she offered. Accordingly. I laid my head back on the bed and swung my legs over. She sat on the end of the bed and held the ice on my chest while I held the pack over my eye and nose. "I'm Grace" she said softly. I smiled, "Dougie."
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