Clubrooms Diary

CHAD

May 14 2018 

I jerk awake, gasping for air, and search my body frantically, anxiously patting down my torso. It had all been a dream. A real disturbing dream that's left me quivering. I wipe the beading sweat from my brow and attempt to calm my breathing and heart rate. 

"Shit, shit, shit...." I start banging my hands against my steering wheel, evidently freaking the fuck out. 

I scrub my trembling hand across my face, removing the fear that has stained my skin. The thought of Caddie and Jaxson being hurt weighs heavily on me; guilt begins to gnaw at me, and I feel sick to my stomach. I'm a really shitty brother and a genuine piece of shit Uncle. All right, I admit it, I've accepted it, but I don't like it anymore.

If I don't die today I vow to change, I vow to stop thinking with my dick and take care of my family. I chuckle, who would have thought having Amar kill me in my dreams would shake me and wake me. It's like I've been given a second chance and I don't want to waste it. Do I regret collaborating with Maddie?

Gods yes, not one of my finest moments. I inwardly facepalm myself.

I shift my eyes and look towards the club, the SUVs gone and I sigh with relief. After a few deep breaths and some positive self-talk. I step out of my car and into the Autumn breeze.

On trembling limbs, I make my way to the club's door. Before my hand settles on the doorknob, I look in the window, flinching at my reflection, and hastily finger comb my hair. When I'm satisfied with my resemblance, I yank open the door, walk through the hallway and whistle like it's just another ordinary day in paradise.

When I observe that the walkway to my office is clear, I stop whistling, not wanting to draw attention to myself as I'm not in the chattering mood. I walk into my office and shut the door behind me, sighing, with relief, leaning my head against the door, thankful my tormentor had left. 

I walk towards my desk.

"What the fuck!" I cry out as I stub my leg against something hard.

I look down and my safe is wide open. Dropping to my knees I peer inside and it's empty. 

I yell out, on the verge of crying.

Who the fuck would-

it's just your safe that's been emptied." His sinister voice welcomes

face me. He has a gun in his hand, pointing in my direction. I bow my head and silently beg

cry, trying not to piss

head

IT," I

ME!!!..." I lie through my teeth.

you?" He

continues to

man or woman?." He chuckles, twirls the gun on his finger and passes it to me.

I walked in I discovered this on the

to fear getting shot by me." He carefully raises his slacks, displaying the enormous knife

him, I take the gun from his grasp

With my hands trembling, it's difficult for

and scoffs. "Does it look like I need your chump change?"

if I were you, I'd think about lowering that gun." One side of his lip curls

the back of

heart

thin slits as he walks backwards and leans against the edge of my desk, folding his arms, dominating the aura between

father here. But what I want to know is how

removed