Clubrooms Diary

CADDIE

May 8th 2018

I lean up against the brick wall on the side of the club. Puffing away on a nicotine stick, inhaling my life away. Not that you can call it much of a life. I work at clubrooms three days a week, pulling fifteen-hour shifts to make up the forty-five hour full-time requirements I have in place, to keep my son, Jaxson. He's a sweet little boy, who unfortunately is a spitting image of his cunt of a father. I bring my hand up to my breast and cup it. 

Fuck!

I'm gonna need to go to the changing rooms and quickly hand express my fully engorged breasts. I take one last drag of my smoke, savouring the hit I get from it, slowly releasing it from my lungs. I flick it to the ground and use the tip of my heel to put it out. I bend down, picking it up and a marked patrol car pulls up in front of me. I sigh with pure annoyance. I look up and it's the cunt himself, sitting in his patrol car looking as smug as the day he exited his mothers loose  cunt.

"What the fuck do you want Ace?" I glare at him. 

"Officer Ace to you." He corrects me. 

"I don't have time for your fucking shit." I turn and walk away. 

I hear the door open, and his keys jiggling.

"I want to see my son." He roughly puts his hand on my arm and turns me to face him. 

"Your son now is he?" I spit out. "Where the fuck were you five months ago when he was born?." I stare deadly daggers at him. "Oh, that's right." I chuckle. "You were too busy banging the shit out of my mother!" I look at him fuelled with anger and disgust. 

His grip tightens on my arm, a pinch of pain pricks where his fingers lay.

Months ago it would've hurt like a bitch, months ago I was blind to see what a lowlife piece of shit he was. He was one of my regulars every Thursday evening. One of those nights it began to rain heavily, my car was around the corner at the mechanics getting some work done. Taking the bus was my only option to get home, I stood under the bus shelter when he pulled up. 

"Get in." He leaned over and opened the passengers' door. 

kindly declined his offer, shivering.

down and you'll get sick." He looked me up and

for our safety, and like all rules, they were made to be broken. But in

me to do about it Caddie?" He looked

was shocked

little rugrat if you want. Just don't expect me to build you a house with a

though I cried, begging him to stop because he was intentionally hurting me. When he finally fell asleep that's when I left him and went to stay with Mal. My baby deserved better, and father would adore

to stop when they saw me standing there with tears streaming down my face. Now,  don't go getting it twisted, I wasn't crying over Ace. I was crying over the fact that my mother knew I was on my way over, and she had the nerve to let my baby daddy fuck her

the

at my side. And in honour of her being such a godsend, I named Jaxson after her. Mayalina Wynter Jaxson. Jaxson is her mothers maiden name and she holds the

raise my son, with my line of work. But what his dumb arse forgot to mention was that he met me as a sex worker, and he was balls deep inside my mother when I was giving birth. And because of that, his case was dropped and the judge walked off laughing

looks just like me when I was a kid."

want you anywhere near my

have rights." He says like a

I told you I was pregnant and the night you merrily banged

and our eyes watch with curiosity, waiting for the owner to exit. The drivers' door opens and a tall, bulky man exits. He walks to the passengers' backseat and opens the door. A man dressed in an expensive

He says with

why, it's because he

are you laughing at SLUT!" He says

desperately trying to find help. And when they land on a pair of honey-brown eyes, with a tint of gold, nausea hits me. The tall driver is

shoulder. "Kólos- Asshole." He says

head turns quickly with

"What!" He says.

hit the ground and it's gonna be fucking sore. A pair of large, calloused hands catch me and