All Night

Candy bags

It actually worked. I slept during the day and when we exit the club it's already 8pm. How did I manage to sleep for such a long time? This is insane. I usually don’t sleep that long because I’m a morning person. I like to wake up early and start the day in a nice way, with tasty breakfast and some tea. 

This is going to destroy me. I can already feel it. My head feels heavy and so does my body. It’s destroying my body and my whole life. It will take me a while to get used to it. 

I yawn and look at the sun which is already setting. I wish I could go down with her instead of being here. Maybe the other side is better than this one.

We get in his car. I don't talk or look at him, as long as I don't have to. I put on a black, tight dress just like he wanted it. It’s actually pretty cute with the black heels because the straps are thin and the fabric is really soft. It reminds me of silk and it’s so qualitative that I could believe It’s real silk. Maybe it is. Do they spent this much money on their dolls? It compliments my body but I don't like that it's showing so much of my skin. Especially when I sit because it’s really short but does anybody care? No. 

I don't know what we're going to do now but I'm sure he'll find something for me or already has planned something, since he wanted me to wear this. I doubt that I will rob someone again. Not in this dress.

He looks tired. His eyes are red and he looks angrier than usually. It’s obvious that he’s not in the mood. I will not talk to him and make it worse.

We drive down a road in silence. I'm already tired of this all and it's only been two days. It feels like it's been years.

I open the window and lean out of it. Feeling the wind blowing through my hair makes me calm down a little bit. It reminds me of the fact that life can still be beautiful. 

“We're gonna get your nails done and get some girly stuff. Stuff that you need… Whatever it is.“ he sounds annoyed and I can literally hear him rolling his eyes. I start playing with my hair because what he said is uninteresting to me. Really uninteresting. I don’t know what he means with ’girly stuff’ but I don’t care either. I will see. “Hmh.“I rather not talk to him. At least as less as I can. Then I close the window and run my hands through my hair. “What do you want to eat?“ he asks and I'm surprised. He's actually asking me about what I want?

Is this really happening right now? For some reason it makes me mad. Why does he even think that I’m in the mood to eat or that any appetite is left inside me? I shrug and say “Doesn't matter.“ I have to be honest, I feel getting colder with any minute, although what I did last night wasn't such a big thing for him, it hit me pretty hard. It changed something inside me. No. It killed something inside me and the corpse of it won’t leave me alone.

He clenches his jaw and smiles angrily. It’s the most insane smile I’ve ever seen.

“Lose that attitude or I'll f**k it out of you.“ he says, not looking at me, with a very rough voice. I frown because he keeps talking so disrespectfully to me. He’s always swearing and I hate that. 

This ain't attitude at all. It's a mixture of anger and pain. I lean back and pull my dress down a little.

“We have a lot to do tonight and I can't deal with your moody pussy.“ he says and I look at him, with furrowed eyebrows. He makes me sick.

Tyler

We already told the police and mom. She came back but not because of dad or because of me. Only because she wants to find Lucille as well. She's acting so sad and genuinely, as if she actually cares. It makes me sick. Even if she cares, it’s too late.

We're sitting around the kitchen table in silence. Mom is crying and dad is looking like he didn't sleep last night. I'm sure he didn't. Neither of us did. Except mom. She probably bought herself a new pillow and peacefully laid her head on it.

“I can't believe she ran away.“ mom says and my blood starts boiling. Fireworks light up in my head. This woman is going to make me crazy. She leaves and comes back, only to talk bullshit. 

I hit my fist against the table and stand up. “She did not run away! She would never do that!“ I’m shaking and not sure if what I said is actually true or not.

“Something happened to her, otherwise she would come back! She's not like you. She loves us too much to leave or do this to us.“ I look straight into her eyes, hoping that she’s get the message. She looks shocked and upset. She didn't expect this from me. Neither did I. But we all do things that we don't expect from ourselves all the time, without being aware of it or even wanting it. Sometimes we do it because we have to. Even if it's changing us or disappointing the people around us. 

“Tyler!“ dad warns me. I shake my head and walk towards the front door. I can't wait for the police or sit on the same table as mom. I'm going to find her.

Lucille

After we eat, we get all the girly stuff that I need and then we go to get my nails done. The ‘girly stuff’ that he mentioned was a code for pads, tampons, razors, skincare products and a lot more. All the workers are obviously a part of this gang or mafia or whatever they are because they're working only at night as well and they all know red hood. I must admit that it feels nice to get whatever I want as long as I play along. He bought me whatever I wanted and needed without even asking. Even my nails look really pretty now. Prettier than before. They are long and have a natural nude, pink color with rhinestones. I like them.

When we walk back to the car it's 11pm. Time is passing too fast and that's scaring me. 

Suddenly I trip and almost fall because I didn’t watch out but he catches me. I'm not used to heels that are higher than they should be. It will take me a while to get used to walking in them. My feet is hurting and I will probably trip many times. 

He has his arm around my waist and one hand on my bare leg. He looks just as surprised as me. My heart is pounding. He's so close and looking straight into my eyes…

Toni

The way she looks into my eyes with her big, shiny eyes… The way her fine hands touch my arms and how her leg touches mine… Her skin is soft and beautiful. Almost flawless. 

She's so close… Way too close. She’s looking straight into my eyes, scared of what will happen next because she didn’t expect this from me. I didn’t expect this either. 

Her straight, long dark blonde hair and her bright brown eyes make it almost impossible to look away. Looking at her feels like looking at art. The more I stare at her, the more I feel this pleasant way.

That's not good. Not good for any of us… Especially not for me.

Lucille

All of a sudden he lets me go and I fall on the ground. I gasp in pain. I’m glad I didn’t hit my head but my butt hurts. I didn’t expect to fall and that’s why I look at him, totally disappointed in him. It’s not like I expected him to catch me in first place but I also didn’t expect him to let me fall. He opens the door of his side.

“You asshole!” I say and slowly stand up. “Clumsy hoe.” he says and my jaw drops. He is really pissing me off at this point.

I get into the car as well and try to calm down before I choke him to death. He just let me fall. I thought he would at least have a little bit of heart left in his chest, that would be kind enough to help me up again but no. He’s a jerk.

When I think about him, words come to my mind that I could've never thought about until now.

I fold my arms in front of my chest and throw one leg over the other. He looks at my thighs and smirks. I look away. He is a professional when it comes to making me uncomfortable. 

“What are we going to do now?” I ask, trying to think about something else that makes me more comfortable. He takes a deep breath. “We're heading back. I'm going to teach you something.” he says.

Now he got me curious. I'm asking myself what he could teach me. Bad things are coming to my mind. He could teach me how to use a gun or how to rob a bank.

When we arrive, I take some of the stuff that we got and get ready to carry them downstairs but he stops me.

“Where are you going?” he asks. I look at the stairs. I was planning to go downstairs because that’s where I’m staying at. “Your room is on the third floor.” he says and my eyes widen. I’m confused but I follow him to the third floor, into a room with big windows.

My jaw drops at how beautiful this room is. It has wooden floors, two pastel pink- and two brick walls and a soul. It’s clean and the opposite of the room downstairs. 

“You'll stay here from now on.” he says, taking the bags out of my hands and I let him because I’m too hypnotized and stunned by the beauty of this room. I look around and notice that it has its own bathroom as well. 

Theres a queen size bed, a big desk, a walkable closet, a huge mirror, shelves, a fluffy carpet and curtains that are floor length… It’s warm and comfortable in here. I almost start tearing up because it’s the best thing that has happened to me in the past days and it makes me feel good but the only problem is that I can already imagine what people have done in here. 

“Don't worry, everything is brand new.” he says, as if he can read my mind. My eyes widen. It’s hard to believe that they put up a whole new, beautiful room only for me. “For me?” I ask and he shrugs. “Boss gets what boss wants for you.” he answers and I let the words sink. I can't help but smile. This won't make me soft for him. I need to stay stable.

“You'll have time to settle in later. We need to get ready.” he says and I nod, with a lot of motivation. It’s stupid to be impatient to settle in here because it means I’ll accept this new life but it’s better than suffering down there in the cold, dirty room. 

He walks to the closet and comes back with a bag. He puts it on the white desk while I'm watching him. He puts out a white package. my heart starts racing. Everything could be in that package. He’s full of surprises.  

Then he does something but I don't know what because I'm standing behind him. All I can see is his back and his muscles moving. Finally he turns around with four, small bags in his hands that seem to be filled with something white and I feel like I'm about to faint. Now I'm getting nervous again. 

“Is this…” before I can complete my sentence he does it for me. “Cocaine.” my jaw drops again. I've never seeing cocaine in real life. Being around it feels like being around a grenade that could explode every second. He sits down on the edge of my new bed and looks at me. 

“These are worth more than you can even imagine. And if anybody finds out about these, we're screwed.” he says, looking at me. He’s very serious. The information he just gave me will be useful...

This must be what he wanted to teach me. 

“We need to get them on your little, princess body so nobody will see them.” he says and I don't feel like I can breathe at all. His words are weighting heavy on me. “You're going to deliver them for us tonight.”

How am I supposed to do that? What makes him think that I will deliver it so easily? He really explained it, as if it’s something really simple and harmless. What if someone catches me? I’ll screw up everything. I can’t do that. I can’t take the risk.

“Come here…” he says and I slowly approach him. He spreads his legs a little and pulls me closer by my waist. I’m standing between his legs and taller than him now. Finally.

“Pull your dress up.” he says, looking up at me. I hold my breath and look down at him. Seeing him from this angle does something to me that I hate. Being so close to him makes me nervous but now I can see his eyes better. Green and brown are colliding in a way that stars collide. His hair looks fluffy. It’s a curly mess but fluffy. He has more tiny scars in his face. That makes him beautiful.

I almost forgot about what he said. Even if I don't want to do what he said, I obey him and pull the fabric up very slowly. He looks down at me... I hope he won’t notice how close I am to get a heart attack.

Toni

I can't get weak now. I never get weak. Nobody will make me weak. Especially not a girl like her. Not her.

I’m so close to lose myself and slam her against the wall but I'm working. Maybe when we're done with this all but not now. She’s waking the urge in me to break all the rules and forget about the few manners I have left…

Lucille 

He slides his hands up my outer thighs and takes one of the small bags. I get goosebumps. His touch makes shivers run down my spine and the waves of tingles in my lower abdomen come back. He keeps looking up at me and down again. Up and dow, up and down…

He turns me around a little bit and clears his throat. My hip is facing him now. My heart is about to burst.

Then he pulls my slip up a little and puts the small bag between the lace and my skin. I get goosebumps with his touch and pray that he won't notice it. I hope that this all will be over soon because I can’t stand him being so close to me. It’s hard for me to resist him when he’s so close and touching me with his cold hands. I don't want him to know that he makes me feel like this.

He does the same on my other side and tells me to let my dress down again. Thankfully… 

Then he takes another one and looks up at me and down at my boobs. Oh…

He slowly touches my upper body and when his fingers touch the skin on my boob I shiver. He doesn’t mind and squeezes it between my bra and my boob and so does he with the other one.

I can't even concentrate on the actual thing that’s going on. I mean I have cocaine on my body and normally I would go crazy but there's no point in that. Especially not when he’s so close to me. I need to stay calm because all I can concentrate on is how he's touching me.