Clubrooms Diary

LAYLA

May 8th 2018

I'm sitting in my car, facing the club, drowning my lungs with a few shots of whisky. I raise the bottle and make a toast.

"Cheers to the endless supply of cocks, ya fucking bitch." There's a slight slur to my words. 

I look down at the photo sitting on the passengers seat. The girl staring back at me with the twinkle in her eye, is no more. The bastard with his arms wrapped around her is now six feet under. 

"Cheers to you Ryder, you lousy ride." I pour some of the whisky outside my open window, continuing to look at the picture, with my bottom lip trembling.

I refuse to cry over the asshole, he's had enough of my tears,and quite frankly he doesn't deserve them.

But I tell you what.

That greedy son of a bitch deserves to rot in his grave, and burn in hell. My hand realeases the whisky bottle,  it hits the concrete ground with a loud thud, before it sends shards of glass scattering everywhere. I scream, banging my hands against the steering wheel, jumping up and down in my seat. 

"FUCCKKK. FUCK. FUCK. FUUUCCCCKK!" 

I scream until my lungs are sore and my throat is raw. I pick up the photo and start tearing it fueled by anger. When I can't tear it anymore, I throw it over my shoulder, covering my backseat and floor with an unwanted memory. I wipe my nose with my the back of my shaking hands and chuckle like a mad man. I sigh loudly and stare towards the club again.  Just sitting there, in my seat, absentmindedly staring at the house of shame, the only place that hired me without judgement. 

Today marks the one year anniversary, today will always be the one day out of the year I dread. The memory of that night is  still clear as day. 

Ryder and I had been fighting for weeks after I found he had been gambling again. We were broke, like broke, broke. On the verge of losing everything we worked so hard for. We both had really good jobs in real estate. We sold houses and the commission was something that gave us that extra little push, driving us to be the best of the best. And we were at one stage, we lived a luxurious life for two whole years before everything came tumbling down, and crashing on top of us.

The police were at our door, fists pounding over and over, like the door was unbreakable. The hinges shook and dust fell from the frame. 

"What the fuck is going on?"

My eyes frantically looking at Ryder, then the police, and back at Ryder. 

" Layla Marie Slater?" The officer asked me.

"Yes." I pulled my robe tightly, tying the waist belt. 

search your house." He takes in his surroundings, before he

My eyes quickly scan over the printed words, the date and signature. A low sob leaves my mouth, I try to conceal it by covering it with my

are heavy on mine, and he stands there looking like a child who's just been caught with their

no

straighten to my full height, stepping forward, raising the paper in my hand, waving

have you done RYDER!" I throw the piece of paper at him.

start going through OUR things, taking OUR laptops, all of OUR digital devices, usbs and walking out the door with their

want me to say La?" His face shows no emotion.

slapping his face

my pleasure." His eyes shift towards

it WAS for someone's, right?" I push his chest, clawing at his shirt, wanting

arms and pulls me away from him kicking

I scream, crying. "Get him out of my house, I want that bastard removed from my house." I looked Detective Armstrong in the eye, pleading.

back, giving the officer permission to cuff him, without a fight. When the officer places the cuffs around his wrists and tightens

"I'm sorry La. But the money was too

money Ryder? I never saw

finger, placing the ring on full display, the engagement

and throw it at him, watching as it bounces off his chest, and

to you, something they'll

he nods at the officer, who then leads

from Armstrong and take the

was sleeping next to everynight, making love to on a regular basis. Was dead to me. My whole life fell apart that day. The real estate agent let us both go the moment the police showed up to their building confiscating the computers and hard drives. I didn't bother to protest, things would've never been the same there

on the doorstep the next night.

He called out.

where else to go." He started banging on the door.

stood on the other side of the door refusing to let him in. "Fuck off Ryder, you're meant to be at your

want to be there. I want to be here with you my La,la,la-lee-pop." He

I call the police." I growl

La. They'll eat me a live." I can hear the fear in

the eating in