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Room Z. I rushed forward, emerging from the crowd as they disappeared
through the door. I ran towards it but was stopped in my tracks my a
bouncer, a giant of a man standing as wide as the door.
“ Pass?”
he said, his voice so deep I could easily hear it over the music.
“ I
don't have one, I just need to talk to that girl who just went in.”
I shouted my reply.
“ Sorry,
no pass, no access.”
My blood began to boil. “Look mate,
just let me the fuck in there alright. I'll be two minutes.”
He stood there like a mountain,
unmoving, his hulk like body blocking the door. “Like I said, no
pass, no access.”
“ Just
let me the fuck in!” I shouted, grabbing at the door handle and
trying to push past him. He was going nowhere though, his vice like
hands coming down on my wrists and ripping me from the door. He threw
me backwards as a couple of other security guys came thundering in,
grabbing my arms and dragging me towards the fire exit.
I wasn't used to being manhandled like
this as I scrambled and squirmed, trying to escape their grasp. I
managed to elbow one in the face as they kicked open the door and
threw me out onto the street. A foot came flying into my gut, a heavy
swinging boot that burst the breath out of my lungs. I lay there
gasping for air as another foot hit me, cracking my ribs.
I let out a cry as a final blow hit me
on the head, a fist cracking into my jaw. My brain rocked in my
skull, sending a wave of dizziness over me. Then, as the two giants
casually walked back into the club, I faded into blackness.
Grace
I stood in the VIP room, standing in
front of a private booth. There was a man in a suit there, two
plastic blondes to his sides. He asked me a few questions, and I
answered without thinking. He seemed pleased, a smile crossing his
face.
The girls left and he asked me to sit
with him. My body was on autopilot, taking orders, my mind not
questioning them. I sat next to him and drank some champagne. He was
close, his voice near, his hands drifting towards the exposed skin on
my thigh.
He asked me if I wanted some more coke.
“Real” coke, he called it, “pure coke”. I took a line, and it
hit me. I wasn't like the stuff I had in the bar. It was more
powerful, more potent. It went straight to my head, straight to my
heart. My pulse began to rise as he stood and led me towards the
exit, my heart throbbing in my chest, threatening to explode.
He led me outside and my nose started
bleeding, blood tricking out and down my lips. He looked irritated,
annoyed, as I pawed at him for help. It wasn't going to come from
him. I collapsed to the floor as I tried to get back in the door,
locked from inside, the man in the suit casually getting into a car
and driving away.
Cain
I slowly came round, my head aching, my
ears ringing. I could feel a warmth on my forehead, my eyebrow split,
blood pouring from the wound, obscuring my vision. I wiped it away
and got out my phone to check the time. It had only been a few
minutes.
I sat up and leaned against the wall,
the blood on my hands a familiar sight on a night out. I heard a door
slam shut down the ally round the corner, then someone getting into a
car. The engine roared to life as the car sped off down the ally,
bursting around the corner and shooting off down the street.
I gingerly got to my feet, my head
dizzy, my cracked ribs aching, and walked along the wall towards the
ally. As I rounded the corner I saw a figure slumped to the floor,
blood all over her face and hands. It was Grace.
I rushed as quickly as I could towards
her, checking her breathing. It looked like an overdose. I grabbed my
phone and called an ambulance, holding her up on my knees as I wiped
the blood away from her nose. I sat there, no idea of what to do,
waiting, until I heard the distant wail of an ambulance coming round
the corner.
I lay her back down gently and rushed
towards the end of the ally, my cracked ribs slowing my progress. I
called out to the medics
Room Z. I rushed forward, emerging from the crowd as they disappeared
through the door. I ran towards it but was stopped in my tracks my a
bouncer, a giant of a man standing as wide as the door.
“ Pass?”
he said, his voice so deep I could easily hear it over the music.
“ I
don't have one, I just need to talk to that girl who just went in.”
I shouted my reply.
“ Sorry,
no pass, no access.”
My blood began to boil. “Look mate,
just let me the fuck in there alright. I'll be two minutes.”
He stood there like a mountain,
unmoving, his hulk like body blocking the door. “Like I said, no
pass, no access.”
“ Just
let me the fuck in!” I shouted, grabbing at the door handle and
trying to push past him. He was going nowhere though, his vice like
hands coming down on my wrists and ripping me from the door. He threw
me backwards as a couple of other security guys came thundering in,
grabbing my arms and dragging me towards the fire exit.
I wasn't used to being manhandled like
this as I scrambled and squirmed, trying to escape their grasp. I
managed to elbow one in the face as they kicked open the door and
threw me out onto the street. A foot came flying into my gut, a heavy
swinging boot that burst the breath out of my lungs. I lay there
gasping for air as another foot hit me, cracking my ribs.
I let out a cry as a final blow hit me
on the head, a fist cracking into my jaw. My brain rocked in my
skull, sending a wave of dizziness over me. Then, as the two giants
casually walked back into the club, I faded into blackness.
Grace
I stood in the VIP room, standing in
front of a private booth. There was a man in a suit there, two
plastic blondes to his sides. He asked me a few questions, and I
answered without thinking. He seemed pleased, a smile crossing his
face.
The girls left and he asked me to sit
with him. My body was on autopilot, taking orders, my mind not
questioning them. I sat next to him and drank some champagne. He was
close, his voice near, his hands drifting towards the exposed skin on
my thigh.
He asked me if I wanted some more coke.
“Real” coke, he called it, “pure coke”. I took a line, and it
hit me. I wasn't like the stuff I had in the bar. It was more
powerful, more potent. It went straight to my head, straight to my
heart. My pulse began to rise as he stood and led me towards the
exit, my heart throbbing in my chest, threatening to explode.
He led me outside and my nose started
bleeding, blood tricking out and down my lips. He looked irritated,
annoyed, as I pawed at him for help. It wasn't going to come from
him. I collapsed to the floor as I tried to get back in the door,
locked from inside, the man in the suit casually getting into a car
and driving away.
Cain
I slowly came round, my head aching, my
ears ringing. I could feel a warmth on my forehead, my eyebrow split,
blood pouring from the wound, obscuring my vision. I wiped it away
and got out my phone to check the time. It had only been a few
minutes.
I sat up and leaned against the wall,
the blood on my hands a familiar sight on a night out. I heard a door
slam shut down the ally round the corner, then someone getting into a
car. The engine roared to life as the car sped off down the ally,
bursting around the corner and shooting off down the street.
I gingerly got to my feet, my head
dizzy, my cracked ribs aching, and walked along the wall towards the
ally. As I rounded the corner I saw a figure slumped to the floor,
blood all over her face and hands. It was Grace.
I rushed as quickly as I could towards
her, checking her breathing. It looked like an overdose. I grabbed my
phone and called an ambulance, holding her up on my knees as I wiped
the blood away from her nose. I sat there, no idea of what to do,
waiting, until I heard the distant wail of an ambulance coming round
the corner.
I lay her back down gently and rushed
towards the end of the ally, my cracked ribs slowing my progress. I
called out to the medics
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