One Night with the CEO

*This story contains extreme violence, graphic content, and can trigger some individuals.* Delilah I walk into my apartment after another long day of school. I hear movement in the house and I know my mom is here. Dad won’t be home for a while but maybe I can hide from my mom until then. She’s getting worse. I pass by the living room and there she is, laid out on the living room couch in a tank top and panties, fresh needle marks on her arm. My dad kicked her out again last night but she keeps coming back while he’s at work. The super says he won’t keep changing the locks and we’d have to pay a locksmith to do it. I check to see if she’s alive and text my dad that she’s here. I hear a noise come from the hallway and a tall man comes out of my parents room holding the little bit of cash he could find. “Well well. What do we have here?” He asks. “Who are you?” I stupidly ask. “A friend of your mom’s,” he says laughing. “You need to leave. My dad is on his way home,” I say, trying to sound tough. “Good. He can pay the rest of her debt,” he says. “You already have the money. Just go,” I say, pulling my phone back out to call my dad. “Wrong move sweetheart,” he says. He closes the distance and breaks my phone before the second ring. I step back but he steps towards me backing me into a wall. He tries to touch my face but I push his hand away. He pins my hands above my head with one hand and grabs my face with the other. “Don’t touch me!” I yell. He forces his lips on mine in a harsh kiss. My first kiss. I bite his lip hard enough to draw blood and he growls in pain. “You f*****g b***h,” he says, spitting blood on the floor. He punches me twice in the face and once in my stomach. I fall to the floor in pain but he pulls me into the living room by my hair. My mom seems to be waking up but he doses her with whatever poison she is pumping into her veins. “Mmm. Thanks baby,” she moans. “Mom! Help me!” I scream. “Shut up, brat. Mommy is busy,” she says. “This cracked up b***h isn’t going to save you. She’d give you to me gladly for a fix,” he says. “And now that I have you…” His eyes look over me hungrily. I’m wearing black sneakers, black leggings, and my gym shirt. I had to change because the guys from the lacrosse team spilled soda on me during lunch acting like a bunch of asshats. “Let’s take this off and see what's underneath,” he says. I try to hold the hem of my shirt down so that he can’t lift it over my head but that doesn’t stop him. He grabs the neckline of my t-shirt and literally rips it in half off of my body. I am wearing my thick double layer zip front sports bra. I have to use a safety pin to keep the zipper from slipping because my boobs are always bursting through. I’m glad I didn’t wear my push-up bra today. I hear the keys in the door and drop on the entry table as my dad comes in. The man covers my mouth with his hand as I try to scream. “Sarah, you need to leave,” he says, coming into the room. I am struggling to scream and my dad’s eyes are locked on me. “Let her go!” Dad shouts, stepping forward. “Not so fast,” the man says, pulling out a gun I didn’t know he had and points it at my father. “Please don’t. Just take whatever you want and go,” I say. “I already have what I want right here,” the man says, groping my breasts. I begin to cry because I know my dad is going to hate what I’m about to say. “I’ll give you whatever you want. Just don’t hurt him,” I say crying. “Lilah no,” dad says. “It’s ok daddy,” I say. The man tries to pull me towards the bedroom but my dad charges towards him. The man pulls the trigger and my dad falls to the ground with two bullets in his stomach. “Daddy!” I scream. I fight as hard as I can to get away from the man and to my father. The man hits me in the head with the handle of his gun and my vision is in and out. I am crawling over to my dad when the man grabs me, pulling off my leggings. My dad is trying to get to me but he’s losing a lot of blood. My father reaches my hand and I hold onto him while I cry and scream. I can feel the moment when my dad’s life ends because his grip on my hand falls away. The man flips me over and I struggle against him. I scream and fight as hard as I can. Looking at my father I know I have to fight as hard as I can for him. He wouldn't want me to give up. It would be too easy to give up, but I wont. I look around for anything that can help me when I see a knife on the edge of the coffee table. I grab it and stab the man in the chest twisting the knife. He falls over and I scramble to my feet. I run for the door and grab my father’s keys and jacket from the entryway. I run down the stairs of our apartment building covered in bruises and blood only wearing one shoe until I reach my dad’s car. Just as I open the door my eyes burst open and I wake up covered in sweat and tears. Dream. It was just a dream. Every night I have the same nightmare over and over again. Only it isn’t a nightmare. That was the worst day of my life. The day my best friend in the world died. They never found the man that killed my father. I remember waking up in the hospital after the whole incident. Apparently I drove myself as far as the gas station before I passed out. The people who were there helped me and got me to the hospital. My dad’s best friend came to the hospital because he was my only other emergency contact. Uncle Brian helped me bury my dad and fix up dad’s car but when people started asking about me I knew I couldn’t stay with him. He was a tough biker guy but I didn’t want him in any danger because of me. So I left. I didn’t go far mind you but I did change my name and my appearance. I got a job at the only place that would hire me. Babydoll's Gentlemen's Club. I had to keep my clothes on until I turned eighteen but as soon as I did I started making bank. I became known as Sunshine because of my platinum blonde hair and Barbie doll looks. That brings me to today. I wake up and take a shower to wash off the horrible memory. I have a shift at the club in a few hours and I have so much prep to do. I need to get my nails done and full body wax before going in today so I had to wake up earlier than usual. Another day, another dollar. Here we go again.