Todos los capítulos de CLUBROOMs DIARY: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

LAYLA   May 14th 2018  "It was you wasn't it?" I stammered. "What was me, La?" His demeanour suddenly changes as he scowls at me "You got Ryder to start up that sinful side hustle didn't you?" I trembled with anger.  "Don't be fucking ridiculous." He scoffed, as his eyes bounced off the walls.  He looked everywhere else but in my eyes.  "I have sons of my own." He grounded out.  "Does Nikki know, Does she know what kind of sick fuck she married and produced kids with?" My words were coated generously with repulsion.  "I told you once before to keep their names out of your filthy mouth." His hands formed into tight fists. He was openly losing control in front of me. The more I looked at him the more I believed it was his doing.  "My mouth may be filthy but you're a sick son of a bitch who needs to rot in hell." I shove him, pounding my hands against his

CHADMay 14th 2018  The door to my car jerks open and I watch as Maddie gets in and closes the door behind her. She's wearing a long blonde wing, a black floppy hat with dark shades that cover the majority of her face. Looks like she's auditioning for a movie scene in which she's a part of in reality right now.'How to get away with kidnapping the greek-gods virgin' I give her a stern look as she pulls her glasses down the bridge of her nose with her eyes peering over the top, meeting mine. "What?" She asks in a snarky manner that has me shaking my head. "You look fucking ridiculous you know that, don't you?" I snicker at her. She takes her shades off, popping her gum and glares at me with distaste. "Should I saunter my brown sugar ass into the club and inform those mother fuckers, that bringing Mal's dad here was your idea?" She scoffs at me evidently mad that I pointed out how outrageo

MALAYINA May 15th 2018I stand behind the bar, serving an old man who won't stop talking my ears off. I slide a packet of nuts across the countertop to him and he chuckles, saying."My nuts use to be hard and salty back in the days too." He runs his tongue along the top of his gappy teeth.I cringe, swallowing back the spew that threatens to disperse itself all over the countertop. I pick up the wet rag and saunter towards the other end of the bar, wiping down the clean tables for the third time this morning. I'm sure it's collected a little bit of dust by now.As I wipe down the table, I look at the new Samsung smartwatch, Amar gave to me last night. Caddie, Jaxson and I stayed in a hotel by his demands. He said he would feel better with us close by, where he's able to get to us quickly if needed. He invited us to stay with him but after the shower episode yesterday, I couldn't bring myself to be in his presence for long. After

LISAMay 15th 2018I sit on the hood of my car, zipping my jacket up and take a long drag from the cigarette that rests between my fingers. I cough, expelling the vile smoke from my lungs. I pull the zip all the way up on my bomber jacket, it's crazy chilly this morning. I attempt to take another puff and flick the smoke to the ground. I've never been a smoker and I doubt I ever will be, it's horrible, disgusting. Wasted thirty-nine dollars!And that's the cheapest packet of smokes on the market in New Zealand. A bottle of Whiskey would've been cheaper and a much more effective anxiety suppressant.My body is a quivering mess, I'm high from my anxiety, and I'm in desperate need of something to occupy my hands. I had night terrors that Jimmy wasn't dead and had escaped from the drum. Every few minutes last night, there was this intense tapping sound coming from a window in the house. Perhaps watching The Walking Dead wasn't such a good idea after all. As I was

MALAYINA May 16th 2018   Like a misbehaved child being sent to the naughty corner, I've been assigned to a large expansive room next to Amars' with joining doors that allow him easy access to my room. 'Mikros, you're my wife. Whether you like it or not, you are legally bound to me.' Amar has been kind enough to remind me at least a dozen times since I arrived yesterday. He glared at me the entire time the doctor stitched him up, snarling every time the needle pierced his skin, and when the doctor asked if he wanted the area numbed, he simply replied. "Ochì, I want my WIFE," he made sure to emphasise the word 'wife'. "to see the pain she had caused her HUSBAND." And, once again, made sure to emphasise the word 'husband.' The wheels in my head will not stop turning; my entire life has been a lie, and my mother! When I'm thrust back into the past and little snippets from my memory vault begin to piece the puzzle together, tears flow