1 Awful Night

Steve Jacobs burst out through the doors of Simon's bar marching to his red Mercedes Benz in the bar's parking lot. He walks so fast I walk faster trying to approach him my heel slightly twists to the side, I stagger a bit and almost fall on the floor. I rest my hand on the wall for support till I can stand properly and when I look up, I see Steve already quite far and I scurry to him.

"Steve! Steve!"

Steve reaches the parking lot, he balls his fingers into a fist and hurls a hard punch at the window of his car. The glass slightly cracks and I notice blood flowing from his knuckles. He is outraged, I can tell by the way his hands are shaking and his jaw gnashing.

He slowly turns facing me.

"I can't believe I've been in oblivion for so long. I wish I knew, I wish I saw a sign or sense something off."

"Steve don't get mad at me please I'm begging you. I can't bear seeing you so furious with me cause I'm used to seeing you love me."

"And I shouldn't have love you! You don't deserve any bit of my love or affection. I wish we aren't in a relationship I don't wanna see you anymore in my life you disgust me."

"Please don't do this." I say with a pair of pleading eyes.

"I can't bear to look at you." He glance down at my bare stomach and bare hips and looks away from me gritting his teeth. I wrap my arms around my chest feeling a bit embarrassed looking half-nude in front of him. I am wearing a purple bra and a blue pant and my face is smeared with foundation and my lips smeared with crimson lipstick.

My name is Elsa Achilles I work as a bar dancer downtown mostly at nights. I always don in skimpy wears whenever I dance on the bar stage, and when I dance, I always sway my bums and swirl my hips to the rhythm of the music that is being played.

Many masculine guests flock the room in the bar tonight and their eyes ogle me while I danced in the bar stage while sipping their glasses of wine. Steve appeared in the bar room and he was aghast when he saw me twirling and swaying my hips on the stage and everyone cheering at me.

I noticed tears gleaming his bright jet-black eyes watching me twirling and noticing many men's eyes shrilling with excitement glancing at my hips and bust.

"I'm sorry, " I feel edgy staring into his furious eyes, "don't hate me. I love you Steve."

"I feel so hurt inside. Hurt that you are not who I think you are, and that I wasted my time loving you."

"I'm sorry, this is the only kind of job I can have and pays very good."

"The only job you can have? I saw how you danced without caring about those drunks, perverts and dumb men staring clearly at your body like a product. In fact, you were enjoying them looking at you you keep on swaying your body in front of them. How much they gonna pay you? 500$? 1000£? Is that how cheap you have become or is our relationship so unimportant to you that you can do whatever you want with your body? Or do I mean absolutely nothing to you?" He narrows his eyes at me.

"I have no choice, " I speak with a cracking voice, "I am poor, I'm not rich nor fancy like you. I live in the slums and my kid brother is ill with cancer and I have got heavy bills to pay. I have a lot of responsibilities on my neck, I cannot let my family down."

"You're just using your sick brother's condition as an excuse so you can do whatever you want. You think I'm gonna believe you? That you have no choice? I just saw you and what I saw, just told me everything that you are a tramp. And I don't wanna have anything to do with you." He says firmly.

"Steve please don't be hard on me." I stretch my hand to his and immediately I grab his hand, he pulls it away with force and walks away from me. He pulls the door to his car open, enters in and swerves it.

I slam the doors so hard screaming his name and pleading for him to pull over, still he keeps swerving his car till it gets quite far from me. I panick and trot to his car and I tap on the windows yelling his name, "please Steve! Steve!"

Steve barely looks at me standing by the window of his car, he swerves the car farther and farther from me and I run toward it hoping he may eventually pause driving feeling pity towards me looking at me through his side mirror. He keeps driving till my reflection completely fades from the sidemirror. I stare at his car almost approaching the gate and I try to approach it.

"Wait. Wait." I howl loudly my voice shrieking.

I trot so fast looking at Steve's car nearly going out of the gate and my knees shudder standing unsteadily on the bumpy floor and I instantly fall landing on the floor spraining my ankle.

"Aw...!" I groan loudly and I raise myself to a sitting position and lay my hand on my ankle massaging it tenderly. A gusty wind rushes towards me gripping me very tightly I feel its heaviness on me the flock of my hair tremble my hair gets rumpled and messy and strands of my hair plasters on the left side of my face concealing the tears streaming on my jowls.

I listen to the thunder roaring with rage, and the wind rolling in torrents and I slowly rise from the floor to quickly move my feet before it starts to pour heavily on me and I start to feel something really warm flowing from my thighs and I look down and spot blood all over my legs.