Page 58 of Play Dirty
“What the fuck does that mean?” I groan out, wishing my body didn’t feel the aftershock of Nico being inside me. Hating every minute that I spend dwelling on what just happened between us, and the bitterness that it left clinging to my throat. Choking me.
Souring my insides.
The bass from the music playing inside has the night bumping. The trees swaying with the wind, sounds of skin slapping, and moans fill the darkness. Then there’s that insistent feeling slowly curling its way up my spine, twisting my insides. Alarm bells warning me, of what? There’s nothing here that could surprise me; I know for the most part what this club consists of, the corruption behind it. But tonight, something feels heavy.
Something feels off the closer I get to the doors.
I stop right before the entrance, noticing I’m still barefoot, my dress is split fully now thanks to that asshole, and my hips burn from his nails digging into me. Another message comes in.
Anonymous
Marco.
A name.
Buzz.
Anonymous
Marco.
The lights flash inside, soft music plays in the background. “Control,” by Halsey, comes through the speaker. The crowd has thinned out; only a small group mingles. I don’t stop, I follow that gut feeling that guides me, and I’m assuming soon, another text will drop.
Anonymous
Polo.
My grip tightens around my phone as it alerts me. I’m getting closer. I stop at the top of the stairs, looking at the path that leads to the hall of red doors. Why am I being guided downstairs? I look around, expecting someone to stop me. It’s not like anyone is allowed here; this is for reserved parties, for cheating husbands, and whatever secrets you're trying to keep beneath the dirt.
My shoulders tense, my trembling hand moves to the rail as I slowly descend. The sounds of sex drown out the soft drift of the music. But what stops me in my tracks is the door at the end, still ajar. A familiar voice booms from inside.
My mouth begins to water as if I’m going to throw up. The music fades, leaving only the sound of my heart in my ears. I move silently through the hall, holding my breath as I near the end. The cracked door allows a small sliver of light to spill into the darkness. “On your knees,” my father's voice echoes. “Show me how good you obey.”
My hand covers my mouth to stifle the pathetic sounds threatening to spill out. I knew the men cheated on their wives, but my dad fucking a petal? No. I don’t think I can stomach that. I’m not sure I want to bear witness to his depravity. Still, my body continues to move, and time ceases to exist as I draw closer.
I freeze.
Debating if I want to see what’s hiding behind the door.
Buzz.
Anonymous
Go on, see the truth.
I move one careful step, my hand clutching the device like a life vest. My lungs shrink in size, the air becoming harder to inhale, or maybe it’s my brain trying to reconcile the man that raised me and the man whispering filth to whoever is behind the door.
My body presses slightly against the door, my eyes darting between the pieces of furniture. Then I see my father as he undoes his pants. I freeze when he shifts, exposing the truth. My eyes widen, tears prick my eyes as I watch him caress his face. My body fights the urge to scream. To rush in there and stop this from happening.
Shock takes hold of me in a vice grip, making me bear witness to the naked truth… My dad groans when Nico’s lips wrap around him, and a single tear rolls down my cheek as the contents of my stomach claw their way up my throat.
Heat rushes to my face, and my hands can barely contain the puke, not caring to disrupt the display before me. I run towards the bathroom, out of his reach. I hear my father mutter a string of curses, but by the time they reach the door, I’m gone.
I don’t make it to the bathroom before my stomach begins to empty its contents, bumping into a group of girls. I continue my path to the stall, pushing the door open, and my knees collapse.
My body heaves.
Purging everything into the bowl.
