The Reincarnation of Olive Davis

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝘄𝗼

I heard the alarm go off on my phone. disturbing my sleep. Only then did I realize my face rested on the floor and I was still naked.

I slowly sat up, resting the palm of my hand on the floor and pushed myself up. I looked around my room, in the direction of where the alarm was sounding from.

"Cállate" (Shut up) I groaned, walking to my bed.

I picked up my phone, immediately turning off the alarm. My eyes widen at the time.

"9:30 pm" I whispered. My eyes darted to my windows that were left open, I was greeted with the night sky.

"Mierda" (s**t) I cursed, running to my closet to grab a towel.

After wrapping the towel around my body, I headed to my door. I peeked my head through, I heard the television from outside playing.

I sighed, quietly closing my door and walking to the bathroom.

My blue eyes stared back at me, as I watched myself in the mirror. The cut on my forehead wasn't deep, it shouldn't leave a mark. I would just have to cover it up with makeup. I then turned around, turning my head to the side as I tried to look at my back. There were scrape marks lining my back making me worried, I worked as a stripper after all my body was my money maker.

But I didn't have much time to think about that, I needed to bathe and get the hell out of here.

And that is what I did, ignoring that flashing memories and the slight stinging sensation I felt as the water touched my back, I hurriedly washed myself and stepped out of the shower.

Without thinking I ran back into my room, locking the door. I threw on some baggy sweats and an oversized T-shirt, I pulled my blonde hair into a messy bun and gripped my bag.

The banging on my door startled me. "Si te vas a ese lugar al que llamas trabajo, te haré desear que estuvieras muerto!" (If you leave to go to that place you call work, I'll make you wish you were dead!) My mama, shouted, the banging on the door growing louder.

"Mamá lo siento!" (Mama I'm sorry!) I shouted. I shoved my phone into the pocket of my sweats and put one leg through my window.

"Olive!" She screamed in anger.

I hopped out my window ignoring her calls. I quickly ran down the street, afraid she would come outside the house.

Anything goes in this neighbourhood and a young girl running down the street at night wouldn't faze anyone, turn a blind eye, once it's not you, you're good.

. . .

"Hey Olive" the familiar voice greeted me.

I smiled at Emily, she was one of the strippers here as well, I was the youngest, the girls treated me like their baby sister and the manager allowed me just to serve tables, in a tight skimpy outfit of course. The tips were mine, waiting tables wasn't the best paying job, just because not everyone gives tip, but I refuse to give my innocence to these disgusting men.

"Hey" I greeted and walked to my locker.

This was one the best strip clubs in Colombia, some strippers speak Spanish and some don't, I had to know a bit of English to get this job because some clients are not from my country. People in higher places, sometimes come here, they call them business people, but I wasn't that dumb not to know that illegal negotiations and meetings take place here.

"Oh my god, what happened to your back!" Emily shouted.

My eyes widen, I spun around, not bothered to see Emily only in her underwear.

"My mama again" I said casually.

Her face fell into a frown, most of the girls knew of my mother's 'habits' I couldn't hide it for very long, seeing that all of us changed in one room.

She turned back to her locker and dug through her purse. "Let's cover that up" she smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

I nodded and turned around, continuing to get dress.

. . .

I jumped when I felt a hand grip my ass. "Nice ass" a man called out.

I smiled seductively, letting my breast plunge out as I leaned over, I rested a drink down on his table, he smirked resting money into my bra, his hands lingering longer than I'll like them to.

"Thanks" I whispered my lips grazing his ears.

I stood up and walked away, heading to the next table. If this is the only way I'll get extra money, then I'll take it, anything but letting my body be violated that way.

"Olive you're requested to serve drinks over there"

I turned around, staring at one of the guards for the VIP section. I raised an eyebrow "Requested?" I repeated

He nodded, before turning around and walking back. I looked over at the VIP section, you couldn't see much from here, beside the poles with a few strippers dancing.

I walked towards the bar, resting my tray down and allowing the bartender to fill up the shot glasses with alcohol.

I carefully made my up the small steps, there was a semi-circular chair in the middle, with five men seated, each beside one had a stripper dancing on his lap.

I masked my facial expression and made myself known by walking past each of the men asking and offering them drinks that they gladly took.

I stopped in front of the man with his lap empty. I bent down slightly a small smile playing on my lips, he took the shot glass from off the tray and brought it to his lips, his eyes never leaving mines.

I noticed the big gold ring he wore, his sharp features go along with his brown hair and green eyes. However, he did look older, much older than me.

I stood up and turned to leave, not liking the feeling I was getting until I felt someone gripped my wrist and pull me into their lap.

I quickly steadied the tray in my hands, sighing when the glasses didn't fall and make a mess.

"I want a dance" his voice came out deep.

I shivered, feeling him trail his fingers up my thigh. "I want more than a dance" his hot breath fanned across my neck.

I flinched when I felt his hands gripped my breast. Before it went too far, I quickly stood up and plastered a smile on my face "Sorry sir, I'm only a waitress" I rushed out and quickly walked off. I didn't wait to hear his reply, my racing heartbeat sounding through my ears.

The power and dominance that rolled off of him scared me. "Olive?" One of the strippers called out as I barged into the room.

I couldn't control my breathing, I pressed my hand up against my chest as I quickly walked to my locker. "What's wrong?!" She frantically asked, matching my frantic state.

"Lo jodí" I mumbled pulling off the top piece of my outfit.

"English!" She shouted.

I pulled my oversize T-shirt over my head.

"Lo jodí.." I trialed out, as I finally finished changing. I slammed my locker and threw my bag over my shoulder

"English Olive!" She shouted.

I glanced at her "I f****d up!" I screamed and ran out of the room.

My eyes immediately landed on the VIP section, I gulped as I saw the man exiting.

My gut was telling me something wasn't right. I pushed through the crowd and sprinted down the road. I stopped at the bus stop, catching a breath.

I looked behind me, feeling paranoid. Tears rushed down my cheek, something didn't feel right.

I continued to run, I didn't stop until I reached home, I shoved my keys inside, my hands trembling. The moment it unlocked I rushed in, and slammed the door shut.

"Mama!" I yelled

"No gritas en mi casa!" (You don't shout in my house!" She yelled, coming out of the living room with an angry expression on her face.

Tears streamed down my face "Mama" I said softly and ran up to her.

Before my hands could circle around her she slapped me across my face. "Te has vuelto loca niña?" (Have you gone mad child?" She asked angrily.

I stood there with my face tilted to the side, bringing me back to reality. I slowly moved my head, looking around the room.

I was home, I was safe.

I sighed staring down at my feet "lo siento" I whispered.

"Ir tira" (Go strip) She ordered and walked past me.

I bent the corner and turned the opposite direction away from the bathroom. I didn't care if I got a beating, I just wanted to lay down.

The moment I stepped into my room, I headed for my bed and sat on it, and stared at the white walls.

I didn't know what had overcome me, I was being paranoid.

"Olive come downstairs!" My mother shouted.

I knitted my eyebrows together, she was speaking in English? my mother never speaks in English at home.

I slowly walked to my door and peeked my head through. I gulped, not liking the anxious feeling I was getting.

"Mam-" My words got caught in my throat the moment I bent the corner.

The same man from the strip club eyed me up and down. "Mama?" I called my voice breaking, I looked towards my mother who stood there unfazed with a mischievous smile on her face.

"This lovely gentlemen offered to buy you from me for 2 million!" She shouted excitedly.

My eyes widen "You wouldn't--"

"I don't need you anymore I'm rich!" She smiled, while my eyes trailed down to the briefcase she had in her hand.

"You're mines" he spoke, a smirk plastered on his face

Tears trail down my face, I turned and run.

Anything but this.

Someone kill me.

Please kill me.

I ran to my room, my eyes darted to the window, I ran to it, my whole body trembling.

"Where do you think you're going"

I was pulled into his arms and secured tightly, I struggle to get out, more tears rushing down my face.

Someone kill me, please.

He pushed me on my bed and got on top of me "Now I can get what I wanted" he smirked, his hand going underneath my shirt.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Anything but this.

Please kill me.

. . .