Cormac was watching me, as always, as I twisted and shimmied around the stage. As an ex-gymnast I could bend every which way without pulling or breaking anything. This made me Cormac's favourite. The club was full that night, me and Hannah working the stage to keep the customers happy. The music died down and Hannah fell to her knees in front of me, while I placed a heeled foot on her back. The men whistled and clapped as we bowed, giving them an eyeful of cleavage, and exited through the back curtain.
"I'm gunna need knee pads or something if I'm expected to do that number every night" Hannah complained, her knees starting to go red.
"Hell, girl, go ahead and swap places with me; you can wear these god-awful heels all night!" As I dried myself off Hannah pulled a face at me and rubbed cream onto her legs. We rarely got breaks at the club, as men always wanted more, but when we got those precious few moments off stage we savoured them. I checked my phone and found a message off my sister.
Benny came round again. Left b4 police came.
I groaned and dropped my phone back into my purse. Hannah shoved through the girls walking towards the stage and lifted my legs onto hers. We sat in silence, me with my eyes closed, and the quiet comforted me. Benny (my psycho ex-boyfriend) had come by the house again looking for me. Hannah was about to say something when Cormac burst through the door, a large grin on his face.
"A man has requested a dance, Esmer" He held the door open and twitched his head towards the lounge. I held back my sigh of annoyance and gave Hannah an apologetic look. She patted my legs and whispered a good luck to me as I took the walk into the 'room of regret' as we call it. Cormac slapped my butt as I walked by and I clenched my fists. I turned the corner and came to a stop in front of a large leather settee. Sitting, very awkwardly, in the middle was a man in a long trench coat. His brown hair was handing into his eyes, which were focused solely on the exit. I slowly walked up to the man and he finally looked up at my face. Blank; he didn't know who I was. But I knew him. After Cormac gave me a wink and left the room the man spoke.
"You can dance now…please…" His blue eyes looked scared and confused, but my anger had been building up for so long at this man that I couldn't find it in myself to pity him. Before I knew what I was doing my arm was drawn back and let go; I struck the man's left cheek hard enough that he cradled the injury with his hand.
"You can go to hell, Castiel!"