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Chapter 1
My Little Doll
"Lucy come here!” Richard shouts from across the other side of the club.
I find his gaze on the opposite side of the room and make my way across the busy floor, past the intoxicated people I was trying to avoid. They barely see me as I squeeze past, trying to avoid being knocked. I have quite a small build, and am easily lost in a crowd. The club scene has never really been my thing as I usually keep to myself. I am quite the introvert, but things are different now.
"Here she is!” cries Richard in excitement. I walk over to Richard and a small group of people whom I don't know. "This is her!” he says as he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him. "My little Doll" he continues, gazing at me with wide eyes. He loves showing me off. Quite annoying really.
"She's so cute" says one girl.
"She can't be old enough to even be in here!” says another.
I stop myself from rolling my eyes. I'd be a very rich woman if I got a dollar for every time someone guessed my age wrong.
"Haha. She's old enough I promise", laughs Richard.
"I bet she looks old enough under those clothes. A real woman’s body" slurs a quite intoxicated man pointing at my breasts. Disgusting.
"You know it!" laughs Richard drunkenly, knocking the mans outstretched arm down. "But she's mine. No touching my pretty little doll". His face meeting mine.
I can smell liquor and cigarettes on his breath.He wraps his arms around my neck swaying back and forth to the slowed down beat. How I wish we could leave.
"Richard!" I hear in the distance. Oliver comes up behind Richard and pulls him off me. "I think it's time to go", says Ollie in a stern voice.
My saving grace.
"Aww come on, can't we stay a bit longer" Richard moans. "We still haven't had enough to drink" he says looking back at me, trying to wink.
"I think you've had enough for tonight" replies Oliver.
"Nonsense!" Cries Paul, walking up behind Ollie planting a hand on his shoulder with a smile. "You can never have too much to drink!"
Richard pleased at hearing this raises what's left of his drink. But before he can throw it back, Paul grabs his hand and takes his glass.
"But I think you have had enough for one night" says Paul, downing the last of Richards drink. Richard looking betrayed goes to protest but is stopped again by Paul. "Look at poor Lucy; she's not having much fun watching your stupid ass get drunk. It's getting late, I'm sure she'd rather be heading home now".
"My little doll!" Richard gasps as he spins around to face me. He plants his hands on my cheeks as he looks into my eyes. "I could never upset you, how could I be so selfish?" He says, kissing my forehead.
"Ugh, you Schwuler, shut up and let’s go. Lucy's fine". Paul cries in disgust at Richards’ drunken soppiness. Pulling Richard off me again and pushing him in the direction of the door.
"After you" says Ollie, motioning towards the exit.
"Thank you" I shyly smiled as I followed Richards’ drunken stride.
"There's already a cab waiting out front" says Oliver, following closely behind me, pushing random drunk people from our path.
I can't wait to be out of this club. It's getting busier and the floor is only getting stickier from all the spilt alcohol.
We make it out the door and cool fresh air pierces my face. I wrap my arms around myself trying to protect myself from the cold New York wind. I get a fright as something warm wraps around me.
"Don't want you to freeze now" says Oliver as I look back at him.
He has put his jacket around me so I'm not cold. How sweet. Oliver seems to be quite kind. This is my first night out with Oliver and Paul. I've only ever been around Richard till now.
"Thank you" I shyly smile again tugging the jacket tight.
"Oh, here we are" Oliver says pointing at a yellow cab. Paul opening the back door and literally pushing drunken Richard into the car.
"Move right down the end you idiot" moans Paul. "There you go Lucy" Paul smiles, helping me into the cab.
I climb into the middle seat next to Richard who's smiling ear to ear at me as he throws his arm around me.
"You're so beautiful" he slurs, leaning in to kiss whatever he was capable of landing his lips on.
"Oh just shut the hell up Richard." Paul moans as he climbs onto the seat next to me. "Save it for when the rest of us don't have to hear it".
Oliver slides onto the front seat and gives the driver the address. Finally we're headed home.
I close my eyes and relax as I listen to Paul and Ollie talk about the 'hot babes' they hooked up with on tonight's outing. I giggle to myself how much they talk themselves up. But the girls really do flock to them. As soon as they hear the word famous, it’s like a pack of hungry dogs set on a piece of meat. No escape. But they love it.
I can feel Richard sliding down on my side. He's fallen asleep. I rest my head against his and feel myself drift off too. I'll sleep well tonight.