by Writing Shark
Your sister goes clubbing
“That fucking asshole,” Cathy grumbles as she walks across the parking lot to the club. “I’m gonna kill him one of these days. Useless pile of meat.”
“He’ss such a loser,” agrees her friend Anna. “But forget about him now. We have better things to do than talk about human trash.” Cathy can only agree. Still, her hand goes to the back of her neck.
“Are you sure you can’t see anything? I don’t know what that fucker did there.” Anna looks at the spot again, but can’t see anything.
The bouncers already know the two pretty young women and let them into the club for free. They don’t forget to demonstrate their superiority to the guys and couples in line but forget them as soon as they reach the dance floor.
Anna is single and on the hunt and her wide cleavage shows that while Cathy has parked her boyfriend at home to have fun with her friend. Unlike the poor things that get drunk in these places, Cathy knows which men are out and about and has no illusions that they all just want one thing from her. It’s so nice and easy and with her looks it’s always her who determines how far her suitors can go with her. She would never cheat on Brad, he is too valuable. Anyway, she would cheat on Brad only under very special and important circumstances and only if offered better circumstances afterward. But Cathy, like Anna, enjoys her freedom too much to worry about such things. She is young and pretty. The world is hers and she wants to take advantage of that.
It starts on the dance floor. The music booms and the bass thumps as she moves to the beats with Anna, openly flaunting her assets. She’s already seeing lustful looks from several contestants and Cathy knows she won’t have to pay for any of her drinks today.
Her head begins to ache slightly. She must not have drunk enough. This can be remedied. All it takes is a gesture, a smile, and a young man is standing next to her. The music is too loud but he signals the gesture for drinking and she nods eagerly.
At the bar, he tries to introduce himself to her, but Cathy feels the ache in her head growing stronger. What’s wrong with her? She tries to focus again on the man in front of her. He looks good. That damn headache. She grabs her forehead but feels no unusual warmth. Surely she’s just annoyed with her brother.
“Hah…” A sudden spasm in her stomach makes her wince.
“Are you alright?” asks her suitor, but takes the opportunity to stare at her breasts. Cathy just nods. Where is Anna? Her friend is on the dance floor and doesn’t notice her.
“I’ve just had a shitty day!” she shouts over the music, and the exertion almost makes her head pop. Her legs begin to ache, then her arms. Are her muscles sore?
“Do you want to get out of here?” the man asks, maybe to be nice, to help, maybe to fuck her. Cathy is in pain, but it will pass, she’s sure of it. Quickly, she looks around. For such cases, or when she has her period, she has a small remedy with her. She takes the small pill out of her purse. The man looks at her and then realizes what it is. His eyebrows go up. The bartender looks at Cathy reproachfully.
But she is in too much pain to care. She’ll feel better after the pill. Then she leaves Anna here and curls up in a quiet corner with this guy. Some affection from him, maybe a quick fuck, and she forgets about her pain and her stupid brother and his games.
“Yeah, let’s…” A violent spasm almost makes Cathy fall off the barstool.
“Woah,” the man goes and backs away a little. He wants nothing to do with a sick chick and his eyes are already searching for another mate.
He just leaves Cathy behind at the bar. She doesn’t really notice while her hands hold her belly and forehead. Slowly she gets scared. Anna still hasn’t noticed anything and dances with two guys at once. Cathy looks around the dancefloor and sees the sign to the ladies’ room. She needs to drink something and it will be better in a minute. On the side, she notices how she pushes past the queuing women.
“What’s happening?” she wonders, leaning on the sink and trying to block out the pain. Her stomach feels like someone filled it with liquid lead, her muscles ache and spasm and her head nearly explodes. Party drugs? It couldn’t be. She was paying attention and not drinking. A disease? So quickly?
“Oh, this…” It’s her brother. “This asho….” A sharp pain makes her drop to her knees in front of the sink on the dirty floor. Her legs hurt from the fall.
“What’s wrong?” another girl asks worriedly but Cathy can’t answer.
It was Ethan, she’s sure of it. Ethan that Whores… The stomach cramp makes her moan loudly.
“Come, I’ll help you,” says the girl and takes Cathy to the nearest toilet. Surely she thinks she’s one of those poor things who couldn’t handle life at the club and got drunk. “Calm down you poor thing,” the girl says, leaving Cathy as well. There is no loyalty here. Alone and in pain, Cathy moans in the booth, hearing the giggles of the other girls and feeling ashamed.
That was her brother, she knows it. Again she wants to curse him and a sharp pain behind her eyes makes her shoulder hit the wall of the cabin.
She has to go home. She wants to go home. Never in her life has Cathy been so miserable. And even if her brother is there, something he has done to her, she will have peace there. And as annoying as he is, she’s sure he’ll be able to help her. He may be a loser… another stinging leg cramp… but he can help her. All she has to do is call him and…
The pain immediately disappears almost entirely. Cathy stumbles, sits up.
“What the…” She blinks. It can’t be. She feels fine. This is not normal.
With wobbling legs, she stands up. Her purse has fallen to the floor. Her cell phone is on the dirty tiles. With difficulty, she bends down to pick it up, almost losing her balance on her high heels. She looks at the cell phone.
Ethan said she should call him and…
“No… this asshaaaah!” Her knees bounce painfully on the tiles again, the pain is back.
Now she understands, believes it, and she panics. It’s a natural decision to a thought, wired as it is for her, but it seems… logical. Something in the back of her head screams at her: Do it!
“Nohurgh… I’m not a bad sisteraaah!” Headache, more severe than ever before in her life. Iron drills pierce her skull and wrench her brain while fire burns through her belly.
Tears stream down her face. Cathy is scared, confused and disoriented. She thinks of what Ethan said, the thought in her head tells her to obey, if only to see if the pain fades… and the pain fades again. But this can’t be. And the pain comes again, even stronger, almost tears her to shreds.
With tear-streaked cheeks, running nose and trembling hands, she types in her brother’s number in an animalistic panic.
Writing Shark 