Clubrooms Diary

LAYLA

MAY 10th 2018 

Lisa starts to rub her temples as she spits out a long line of curse words.

“I...I... FUCK.” She looks at me with remorse.

“Look, I don't think Ryder did what he did, to get his kicks out of it. I wouldn't be shocked if Jimmy had groomed him into starting up his little side hustle. Just, so he could gain full access to Ryder’s files and connections. Like, I told you before. Jimmy’s a selfish... bastard and he wouldn't do anything that would get his hands dirty.” She continued to stare at me as she truly believed the bullshit that was flowing out of her mouth like a cheap rapper high on weed. 

“You're seriously just going to stand here and tell me that my DEAD husband was pressured into selling child pornography by his brother?” I sneer at her sense of misapprehension. 

“I believe Ryder was easily misled. What you really need to be asking yourself is... How did he manage to get himself caught when he never posted on the Dark Web, or let outsiders in that weren't a part of his original circle from the build-up?” 

“Maybe he slipped and got sloppy or he pissed off the wrong people.” I retorted. 

I felt humiliated which was intertwined with confusion.  

She slightly opens the door and lets out a long-lasting breath exporting little clouds of condensation from her mouth. 

“I care about you,” She says as she looks deeply into my eyes touching my damaged soul.

is behind this. I can feel it in my bones La and I really don't want to see you hurt again.

her gesture of comforting me. I feel like I'm

voice cracks as I sniffle back the tears that refuse to piss off no

think about what I’ve just said." She pleads.

life again. When Ryder is mentioned in his presence he's quick to change the subject and he begins to act real shady. He's too sketchy for me to not take an interest

the next couple of days,” I say as I turn around and walk back to my

my mouth muffling the screams of torment that threaten to break

will take me to my car and

wrong… She's a fucking lying bitch who’s

my hands against the steering wheel and it sends a tsunami of high pitched tones across the car park. People stop and stare

you!” I yell at them while I flip

the back of my throat right down to the pit of my stomach.

probably be able to see where she's coming from. I know deep down that she doesn't want Jimmy back because she doesn't swing that way. But, then she could