Chapter Twenty: Next Contestant
I judge by what she's wearing
Just how many heads I'm tearing
Off of assholes coming on to her
Each night seems like it's getting worse
And I wish she'd take the night off
So I don't have to fight off
Every asshole coming on to her
It happens every night she works
Last Sunday night I told Oliver everything. He was a little angry with me for not telling him earlier, but he was really supportive. He saw Brooklyn at school on Monday and somehow convinced her to meet him after school. They worked out their differences. Oliver is going to be watching Maddox whenever he can, but Brooklyn said he can also take him on random days to hang out.
Danica went to her new daycare on Monday too. It's at this lady's house and it's really nice. The name of the woman who takes care of her is Rachel. She's very sweet and professional at the same time, and the price isn't too bad. From what I hear so far, Danica loves it and barely ever cries. It helps me a lot to know that she's in good hands.
Jay came to my house twice this week. He stops by and visits Dani for a little while. I haven't told my parents about moving in with Oliver yet. I haven't really had a chance. Somehow, Oliver convinced me to tell them tonight.
Manny hasn't talked to me still, and Craig hasn't even come near me. I think he's still trying to convince her to come back to him. I heard that she broke up with him and gave him his ring back. There's no doubt in my mind that she'll take him back really soon. She has no reason to break up with him anyway. Life is so stressful sometimes.
Now it's Saturday. I've been dreading it all week. Oliver told me that I needed to quit Tric, and I agree with him. I just don't know how. I didn't admit this to him, but I'm afraid of what Mark will do. He's a very forceful person. He probably won't let me quite, even though I am eighteen now. My dad is watching Danica because my mom is at work. They both think that Oliver and I are going out on a date.
A knock on my bedroom door pulled me out of my thoughts. Before I even answered, I could hear someone coming down the stairs. My stomach started knotting together. I knew it was Oliver and he was ready to go. I had to face Mark. I got up from my bed and hugged him, pulling him close to me. He kissed me on the top of my head and grasped my hand, leading me up the stairs.
We got into his car and drove to Tric in silence. At first, I didn't even get out of the car. I just sat there, staring at the building. Tears were welling up behind my eyes. I felt like I couldn't move. My heart was beating so hard that I thought it might jump out of my chest and run away.
Oliver put his arm around me and drew me close to him. I started crying into his shirt. I knew he wouldn't let me give up though. He waited patiently while I got all my tears out, soaking his shirt. When I sat back up, he took it off, wearing only his wife beater that was underneath.
I was finally ready. I got out of the car, and Oliver followed me. I swallowed hard, getting rid of the lump in my throat. This is it. It's all or nothing. We walked into Tric and people were staring at us. They knew who I was, but they'd never seen me with a guy. And there was Mark. He looked mad.
They think they'll get inside her
With every drink they buy her
As they all try coming on to her
This time somebody's getting hurt
"Who's this freak?" he said, walking up to us. Oliver pulled me closer to him, his arm around my waist.
"He's my boyfriend," I said through clenched teeth.
"You can't be bringing him in here. It's bad for business. You have to look single," he said, grinning.
"I'm here to tell you that I quit," I said, narrowing my eyes. Oliver stayed silent, letting me do what I needed.
"Oh no you're not!" Mark shot back. "I'll just…"
"What?" I interrupted him. "What will you do? I'm eighteen so you can't pull the age card with me."
"You're not leaving. I have a million ways to bring you down." He lunged forward and grabbed my arm, pulling me away from Oliver.
Here comes the next contestant
"Don't touch her!" he yelled, ready to punch Mark in the face. But Mark held his hand up.
"You lay one finger on me and I'll have you arrested pretty boy. You're not so tough with you're little mohawk and pathetic tattoos," Mark spat, gripping my arm harder. I cried out in pain and Oliver lunged forward.
"Oliver don't!" I yelled. Mark pulled me in front of him, blocking Oliver.
"Security!" he yelled. Two big men appeared at his sides instantly. "See this gentleman out." He told them. They grabbed onto Oliver's arms, but he ripped away from them.
"Emma, let's go," he said.
"I can't." Tears were streaming down my face. Everyone was staring. There was no way out. "Oliver just go," I said. I hung my head down. Then I felt Mark's hand grab onto my butt. He kissed me on the lips, taunting Oliver. I pulled away, but then he pulled me so I was facing him and did it again, this time putting his tongue in my mouth. He stared at Oliver the entire time he was doing it.
Is that your hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you'd do it again
I'll watch you leave her limping
There goes the next contestant
Before he had a chance to go after Mark again, the guards got a good hold on him and started pulling him to the door.
"Emma I'll wait outside for you!" he yelled before they shoved him outside and locked the door.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, don't worry!" Mark yelled to the crowd that was still staring. "I have some business to attend to with Sky here, and then she'll be giving the performance of a life time!" he yelled. Everyone started cheering. "As a special treat, she will be taking her thong off as well! And I will allow some of you lucky people to join her on stage!"
He pulled me away and dragged me up into his room. I cried and cried, my head starting to pound. He threw me on his bed and got on top of me, whispering in my ear.
"You've got a price to pay," he hissed. He wiped the tears from my cheeks and kissed me. The only thing I could do to get through it was think about Oliver, and how he'd be there when I left. I just wouldn't come back after tonight. I shouldn't have even come tonight.
After Mark made me go down on him and have sex with him, he told me to take a shower. I obeyed, and when I came out of his bathroom, he was waiting for me. He shoved some clothes into my arms and told me to change. He didn't give me any privacy either. I changed into the clothes and followed him back downstairs.
As soon as I was onstage, people were cheering. I stripped my clothes off, and Mark was walking around, giving certain people tickets to go onstage. He even gave some to women. I was humiliated. It was worse than last Saturday when my dad and Joey were here.
People swarmed the stage, rubbing their bodies up against me and touching me. I just stood there and cried. Someone slapped me on my butt and I cried out in pain. They all thought it was funny. All of them started to pinch me and slap me. I got bruises in places that I never imagined. I watched as one man grabbed onto my breasts and tried to put his mouth to one of them. I pulled myself away, but was yelled at by Mark to let them do what they wanted.
That was when some guy started taking his clothes off. He pulled me away from people and tried to lay me down on the stage. I felt like I was in a nightmare. This guy was going to rape me right in front of everyone. The other people on the stage didn't like that, and pushed me back. I was at least grateful for that. I turned and looked over my shoulder at the doors, and I could see Oliver screaming and trying to break them down.
I'm hating what she's wearing
Everybody here keeps staring
Can't wait 'til they get what they deserve
This time somebody's getting hurt
The guards went outside, probably to beat him up. My attention was diverted from the doors when the same guy, with his pants around his ankles, was behind me. I felt him grab onto me and I knew it was over. I closed my eyes and braced myself, but then I heard someone yell out. The guy was punched in the face and fell. Everyone wanted a piece of me. They wanted it so much that they all started beating each other up to get it.
That's when I slipped away, off the stage, and into the back room. It was even too out of hand for Mark, because I heard him yelling for the guards. Everyone was kicked out. I heard Mark say that I'd be there tomorrow night and they could have some fun. Like hell I would.
I got dressed and waited a half hour before leaving the room. Mark and the two guards were the only people there. Even all of the dancers were gone.
"Come on, we'll walk you out," he said, grabbing onto my arm. I winced, but followed his lead. The bodyguards stood on either side of us. As we approached the car, I could see Oliver standing and waiting. And he wasn't alone. I also spotted Jay, Craig, Sean, and even Spinner. My eyes widened. Mark grabbed my butt again and kissed me.
Is that your hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you'd do it again
I'll watch you leave here limping
I wish you'd do it again
Each night seems like it's getting worse
I wish you'd do it again
This time somebody's getting hurt
The five guys ran forward and started attacking the other three. Oliver told me to get out of the way, so I did. I just stood by and watched as they fought, punching and kicking. It took Spinner and Craig to get one of the guards down, leaving Jay, Sean, and Oliver to get the other one and Mark. Jay and Sean went for the guard, and Oliver for Mark.
Spinner and Craig beat the first guy senseless, and then ran off somewhere. It wasn't until a few minutes later, when I smelled the smoke and saw the flames,that I knew what had happened. They were burning Tric down. I silently cheered. I knew that no one was in there, and a place like that deserved to burn.
I didn't even know it was happening until it was too late. A shot rang out. I watched as Oliver fell backward onto the grass, clutching his chest. I ran forward to him, but Jay yelled for me to run. I couldn't. I stared down Mark's gun as he pointed it at me. It was Rick and Sean all over again. But there was no Sean to stand in the way. Oliver was down.
I turned away from the gun and looked at Oliver. His eyes were closed and blood was gushing out of his chest. I pressed my hands down, trying to stop the bleeding. And I heard the second shot.
Looking up, I realized that Mark was no longer standing above me. He was on the ground. Confused, I looked around and saw Jay, holding a gun and walking toward Mark. I don't even know where he got the gun. Mark was there, gasping for air. But he was still alive. Until Jay shot him again. Instantly his body relaxed, and he was dead.
Tears were pouring from my cheeks as I struggled to help Oliver. We could all hear sirens in the distance. Jay ordered Spinner, Craig, and Sean to run. He gave Sean his gun. He told me an entire story to tell the police. That Oliver, Jay, and I were the only ones there. That there was a fire in the club, so Mark, the guards, and I ran out. There was a confrontation when they saw Jay and Oliver; Oliver was shot, and Jay struggled with Mark, got the gun away, and killed him in self defense. He picked up the gun to make sure his finger prints were on it.
While he was getting out the last of his story, police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances swarmed the parking lot. People were asking me what happened, but I just couldn't answer. I wanted Oliver to be okay. Jay started spitting out his story. They'd want my story at some time, but I wasn't giving it any time soon. I also wondered what would happen when the guards woke up and told about everyone else. At least they were knocked out when the shooting happened. They didn't know Jay had a gun.
I wasn't allowed to ride in the back of the ambulance with Oliver. A police officer offered to drive me. On the way there, he told me that I would have to give a statement soon. I blocked out everything he told me and focused on the hospital.
I pictured Oliver lying on the stretcher, eyes closed, blood soaking his clothes. I pictured him helpless and afraid, lost. I couldn't lose him.
There goes the next contestant
A/N: THE END! I bet you didn't think it would end there, did you? Well, don't worry; there will be a sequel of course! Tell me what you thought of the overall story. The song was "Next Contestant" by Nickelback and they own it…it's awesome. I know that this chapter was extreme, but I wanted it to be that way. I also didn't mean to make it seem like it was the school shooting all over again, but I figured that I'd mention it. Let me know what you'd like to see in the next story. I'll try to make it happen! Okay and I'd also like to know if I should do the lyric thing in the next story or not. I love doing it, but let me know what you guys think. I'll only do what people want about the lyrics if I get a good number of reviews to judge by! So review! Qtpye: Thanks for your review on that last chapter. I actually have 3 books that I'm trying to write...but I can't seem to finish them! I know what's going to happen in the end, and most of the other stuff, but I have a hard time filling in between events. Anyway guys, the reason I'm posting this now is because it's the last chapter. But I'm waiting until I'm over 200 reviews to post the sequel.