MAYALINA
May 14th 2018
I pick up the large sack of rubbish from the bar, fling it over my shoulder and wobble my weak butt to the back entrance where the large skip bins are. I walk through the halls and look into the rooms as I pass them by. All the doors are open except the room that used to be mine. Things have been really slow on our side of the wing lately. It's like we've all dispersed for our own painful reasons.
Caddie won't be back for a few days as the bruising's still staining her porcelain skin like something ferociously. Maddie is forbidden to enter the club under Amars demands. He still won't loosen up after I've begged him. Layla is due back today but no one's sure what state of mind she's going to be in. I haven't seen Chad this morning which is odd. He's never late, most of the time he's sleeping in his office.
I heave the bag over the side of the bin. I wipe my hands over my clothes and dust myself off.
"Mal!" I turn to see Maddie rushing towards me.
She's waving and smiling at me which has me wondering what she's up to.
"Maddie." I scowl at her as she gets closer.
"Hey, so there's someone in room 32A that wants to talk to you urgently." Her eyes glimmer with an unusual shade of grey.
"Do you know who or what he wants?" I ask her, twisting my fingers with curiosity.
"No, he just said he really needed to talk to you about your father?"
"My father?" The hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
"Yeah, he doesn't have much time so I'd get going if you wanna find out what he wants." She quickly urges me to go to him.
I nod my head, turning around and walk into the club with shaking limbs. My heart beats erratically as the thought of my father finding me terrifies me. Besides, I'm also forbidden to enter the rooms unless I'm alone. If Amar finds out that I disobeyed him, only God knows what he'll do to me.
I enter room 32A, locking the door behind me.
A man stands on the other side of the room looking out the window. He's wearing a cheap suit with what looks to be a camera around his neck.
A Private Investigator or a Journalist spring to mind. I pray the old man's dead and this stranger has come to ask me questions about the type of man he truly was.
Either way,
the man's in for a treat. Because I can write three novels about him and that's only me getting started.
"I'm sorry, but whatever questions you need to ask.... They will need to be done quickly. I don't have much time to spare for you today I'm sorry." I quickly splutter, knowing Amar will be here any minute.
"Is that right, baby girl?"
I flinch, the sound of his voice paralyses me and I gasp with terror.
He turns to face me wearing that same old horrid smile he wore just for me many years ago.
"How the fuck did you find me?" I swallow loudly with wide eyes that fill with tears.
"I'm your father. Where ever you go you leave a significant smell behind. Making it easy for me to track you." He snickers as crosses the room, coming face to face with me.
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