Burlesque Girl

He threw the bottle to the ground and stormed out of the club. "Michael! Wait!" I ran after him in tears not caring that my make up was getting ruined. He ignored me and continued to walk to his car. "Christi! Let him go!" Luke called out from behind. "Michael!" I grabbed onto his arm and he pushed me away. I fell to the empty parking space and the tears began to overwhelm me. "I told you a million times! Now I'm done. I'm sure you two will be happy together!" He slammed the car door and drove out of the parking lot, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stood up and pushed Luke away. "I told you to stay out of it!" I yelled still crying. "I was only trying to help." He said. "Well you should've stopped helping! You ruined everything! Just get out of here and don't come back!" I started toward the entrance of the club, wiping my years away. "But…I love you…" he said under his breath.


3. we're in love right?

The next morning Charlotte picked me up early. I told Michael of course and he said he'd be at the club in a few.

I asked her what happened with Luke all she said was she saw this guy she found attractive once the left the club and that was the last she saw of him.

We arrived at the club and since it was only 9 am Candy said we'd just be watressing. Until it was happy hour.

I hated waitressing in the morning. It was the time when a man always woke up with a boner and wanted to get some. This was the time Michael was literally like a fucking parol officer. He watched every guys eyes in this place.

Once Michael arrived he stayed near me and made sure no guy placed a finger on me.

"Why don't you just where swears and a turtle neck. Maybe that'll get him off your ass." Charlotte whispered into my ear.

I laughed. "He's just looking out for me." I said taking his side.

I was working at a club. Of course my boyfriend would watch over me. I mean my shirt was down to my shoulders and my skirt was above mid-thigh and it was hugging my body. How would your boyfriend feel.

I approached a guy at a 2 person table who was alone.

"Can I get you anything?" I asked.

He looked up at me revealing his face. A smile appeared on his face.

"Hi." He said.

I smiled. "Luke right?" I asked,

"Yes. And you Babydoll?"

"Yeah but, my actual name is Christina."

"Christina. That's a lovely name."

I smiled.

"So can I get you anything?"

"Umm…a beer wood be fantastic."

"Yes sir." I said giving him a salute.

He laughed.

I grabbed a beer from behind the counter and brought it to Luke.

"Thanks love." He said.

As I began to walk away I don't know why but, I just sat down at the empty chair across from him.

"Talk to me." I said.

"What?" He chuckled.

"Talk to me. Tell me a secret or tell tell me about your pets."

He began to laugh. "Are you drinking?"

I playfully pushed his shoulder. "Shut up. No but, seriously. Tell me something. I'm really bored and it's a slow morning." I pulled my hair up into a ponytail trying to make myself seem intrested. "Talk to me."

He chuckled once again. "Umm okay, uhh. My favorite color is-"

"No bot of that boring stuff. Tell me…tell me about your life."

"Well umm. I grew up in Australia. Umm, moved here when I was 17 with my dad and umm I finished school and got a job as a mechanic. And now I'm here talking to you."

"Any girlfriends or wives?"

He choked on his drink and coughed it up. "Wives? What kind if guy do you think I am?"

I laughed. "I'm joking. I'm joking. I know you and calum have a thing." I said not able to hold in my laughter.

"Oh yeah. I was thinking we should move in together. You know since we hit it off." He said smiling.

I don't know why but for some reason when I looked at Luke he reminded me Jerod. I mean Jerod wasn't blonde or blue eyes but Luke just reminded me of him. The way he smiled. And I could joke around like I used to. I mean Michael could make me laugh but, I just don't know.

I felt a hand place onto my shoulder.

"Hey babe." I said as Michael leaned down to kiss me.

"What's going on over here?" He asked.

"Were talking about my new boyfriend." Luke said with a serious face.

If we hadn't a been joking around about it earlier I would've believed him.

I bursted out into laughter and Michael stared at him blankly.

"Wait but, I thought you were charl-"

"I'm completely joking." Luke said smiling.

"So what's going in?" Michael asked again.

"Umm well I was just giving Luke tips on what to get Charlotte for her birthday." I looked at look begging him for help.

"Oh! Right, yeah since…her birthday. So the skirt?"

"Yes! She'll love the skirt. That's my slutty Cherry." I said.

Michael raised an eyebrow.

I cleared my throat. "Anyways. Sorry I can't make it."

"It's all good." He said.

"Well umm, babe you should get back to work." Michael insisted.

"Yeah definitely." I have him a kiss as he stood up and walked back to the bar.

"Thank you." I said.

"No problem."

"So have a good day." I stood up and pushed in my chair.

"Oh I will. Nothing like a good day at the mall going skirt shopping."

I giggled. "Tell you what. The beers on the house." I picked up the tray at the table next to us and took it back to the kitchen.

————summer before freshman year.————

"Damn it's hot." I complained. I lifted up my tank top fanning my stomach with it.

"Ooh dang girl. Stripping?" My friend teased.

We walked into the McDonald's and asked for a water cup.

They handed it to us and we filled it up the cups with water until it literally reached the too of the cup.

We chugged it down until every last drop was gone.

Once I was satisfied with the water I slightly turned my head to see if anyone was looking. Once I was sure I was in the clear I quickly filled the cup up with dr. Pepper and we rushed up. Without even looking at where I was stepping I ran into someone spilling the soda all over my white tanktop.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" I said picking up the cup and pushing off as much soda as I could off me.

They helped me up and smirked.

It was a guy. He had brown eyes and the cutest smile. His dimples were in the perfect spot and his hair was curly and brown.

"No it's completely fine I enjoy wearing soda. It was time for another coat anyway." He joked.

I chuckled as I noticed that I spilled a little on his pants.

"Yeah I thought my shirt needed a little more to it."

He smiled. "I'm Jerod." He held out his hand to shake.

"I'm Christina. I go by Christi or Chris."

"That's a beautiful name."

I blushed.

"So umm, you have quite a bit of soda of your shirt."

"Yeah little bit."

"Well you can use mine." He offered.

I laughed. "No it's okay I don't want you walking around shirtless." Although that was quite a view I'd enjoy.

"No I have on a shirt underneath." He said pulling off his shirt and handing it to me.

I smiled. "You don't even know me." I said confused.

"Yeah I do. Your names Christina and you need a shirt." He said smiling.

I blushed. "Thank you."

"Come on ill by you a new drink." He said. "Michael! Let's go!" He called out to his friend who was at his car.


"Babydoll!" I voice called out.

I snapped out if my thoughts and realized I still had my hands in the tray I brought back here. I turned to face Candy who had my microphone.

"Yes? Sorry I zoned out."

"Yeah no kidding. Well the clubs getting full. Your on with sweet pea in 10."

"Yes ma'am." I took the mike from her hand and ran backstage.

As I walked up to my dressing room Michael opened up the dressing room door before I was able too.

"Michael? What are you doing back here?" I asked.

"Oh I was looking for you..."

"You saw me go in the kitchen?"

"Yeah I just thought you came back here…" he trailed off. "Well I'm gonna go." He kissed my cheek and took off.

I entered the dressing room where sweet pea was sitting down in her chair putting in her make up.

"Hey sweet pea do you know why Michael was in here?" I asked.

"Not a clue." She said not even looking at me. Not even through the mirror.

I shrugged and began to strip down.

Once Michael and I got home I immediately took a shower to wash off all the glitter from the show sweet pea and I did and I didn't even bother eating dinner. I was too tired so I just went to bed.


I woke up and looked over at the clock. It was 12:49 am.

I turned to my side to look over at Michael but, he wasn't in bed.

I quickly sat up and looked over at the bathroom.

The light was off. Strange...I pulled the covers off me and walked around the house looking for him. The house was dark, quiet and empty. Michael was no where to be found. I checked outside to see if he was smoking a cigarette but he wasn't there either. But The car was gone.

I grabbed my phone and called him. It went to voicemail.

Michael did sometimes leave but, not while I was asleep.


I was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in my hand. I looked at the clock. 3:45 a.m. Michael still wasn't home. I was worried out of my mind. I had been calling him all night but, not once did he answer. I grabbed the bottle of wine off the coffee table and poured more wine into my glass. I took a sip. I then heard the door unlock. It slowly opened. Michael stuck his head in.

He looked at me. He kmew at that moment he was introuble. He stepped in and shut the door. At this point I was beyond pissed off. I stood up. I had a very unpleaset look on my face.

"Babe before you say anythin-"

"Where the hell have you been!?" I cut him off. "I have been calling your phone all night! Do you realize how fucking scared out of my mind I was!? I was this close to calling the cops I thought you were dead! okay? DEAD!"

"Look babe I know it seems bad but-"

"Seems? No Michael! It's bad!"

"Just let me explain."

I folded my arms and waited for him to speak.

"Look Ashton texted me and wanted to go out for a few drinks. So I left."

"That was what you couldn't pick up the damn phone for?"

This didn't make any sense. Ashton doesn't even like Michael that much so why would he message him in the middle if the night? And for a drink?

"I'm sorry I should've called, I just. I don't know!"

"I was fucking worried Michael! Did it ever come to mind that your girlfriend was fucking terrified that something happened to you!?" "I'm sorry! I didn't realize that you had to know what I was doing every second of the fucking day!"

I threw the wine glass at the wall causing the wine to spill every where and making the glass shatter to pieces as it hit the wall.

"Well why the fuck not!? Your always near me 24/7 and are attached to me like You have me on a fucking leash! Your such an ass! How would you like it if i came home at 3 in the morning and you had know idea where I was!?" "Your making a big deal out of something so stupid! I've come home late before but, obviously your only okay with it when I'm bringing home expensive gifts!"

I couldn't beleive he said that. Did he really think I cared about the stupid gifts? I couldn't care any less! I hated getting things from him. I started for the bedroom. "You think I give a damn about any of that?" He followed me into the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

I went into our bedroom and into the bathroom and pulled out all tthe perfumes and jewlery he had bought me.

"You think I care about this stupid chanel #5 perfume?" I threw it at the wall and it shattered.

"What are you doing?" He yelled.

"oh lets not forget this Ed Hardey perfume." I also threw it at the wall.

"Stop!" He yelled.

I grabbed the jewlery and started throwing it at him. "You think I care about any of this!?" I went into the closet and pulled out all the clothes he bought me and threw it all at him. "I fucking hate you!"

I don't know why I was so upset, he was right. He usually did come home late. But for some reason I was upset.

He then grabbed ahold of my wrists to keep me from throwing anything else. He starred me dead in the eye. He had a smile on his face which made me even madder.

"Have you gone mad?"

I've never been so pissed off in my life. I wanted to punch him in the face. "Fuck you! I hate you!"

"Well that sucks because I love you!" He then forced his lips on mine. I tried to push him off me but, he was holding on to my wrist. He then pushed me back and pinned me against the wall and continued kissing me. His kisses always got the best of me. It was like I was under a spell or something. It was like I was forgetting the fact that he was out all night and I didn't care that he didn't give me the freedom I wanted. All I knew was I wanted him.

I couldn't help but, give into it. He then reached down feeling down my waist and pulled my shirt off over my head and threw it to the side, Along with his shirt.

He grabbed my wrists again but this time he held them together with one hand and helld my hands above my head. He continued to attack my lips, his toungue exploring my mouth and pressing all of his body weight on me. I could feel my body begin to tremble but, he held me up. He moved to my neck giving me hard kisses and love bites. sucking on my soft spot and leaving bruises all over me.

He stuck his hand in my shorts and felt my wet panties.

"What? Wet already? You have no idea what I'm fixing to do to you." He growled into my ear. Sending chills down my spine.

I bit onto his lip wanting him to kiss me more. He did as I wanted. "I still hate you." I said between kisses.

"Is that so?" He looked dead into my eyes. I've never seen so much hate in him. The way he looked at me made me want him even more. He picked me up and threw me onto the bed as if I was a rag doll. He got on top of me and held me down. He kissed down onto my stomach biting me and kissing sending shivers through my body. Next thing I new my shorts and panties were off. He began sucking on my inner thighs. I lifted my hips and brought them up to him wanting to feel his toungue on my clit. He forced me down onto the bed. "Patience love." He began rubbing my clit. Without warning he slipped 2 fingers into me making my back arch and making a curse pass my lips. He smiled at my reaction. "Do you like that love?" He eased his fingers in and out going faster and faster each time.

"Fuck!" I yelled. He pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. He then kissed the lips of my clit.

"Please!" I begged. I then felt his warm toungue on my slit.

"YES Michael! YES!" He sucked and licked my clit hard. Making me screm and yell.

"You like that don't you?" He asked. "

Yes I love it!"

He then pulled off his pants causing his dick to smack him on the stomach. He slammed himself inside me which made the bed hit the wall. He thrusted in and out making the bed continue to smack onto the wall. I whimpered each time and wrapped my legs around him. I could feel my orgasm building up as my walls tightened around his member.

"Shit that feels good!" He yelled. I then let out a scream as he filled himself inside me. I felt myself fall onto the bed and him fall on me. The room was filled with nothing but, heavy breathing. He pulled himself out of me fell over to the side.

I didn't know why but, laying here. Something didn't feel right. Michael was usually rough in bed bed this time now that I think if it it felt like he was trying to prove something. I don't know if I'm just over reacting but, something didn't feel right.

I still love him no doubt but, I have a feeling in the pit if my stomach and I didn't like it.

I looked over at Michael who was staring up at the ceiling. The expression in his face made him look like he felt guilty. But why?

I suddenly felt bad for thinking something was wrong.

I scored closer to him and rested my head on his chest. I grabbed his hand that was laying in his stomach and intertwined our fingers. He didn't even try to hold my hand. He just laid there.

I looked up at him and he was still staring at the ceiling.

"Michael." I said softly.

He looked down at me.

"I love you." I said.

He slowly sat up giving me a chance to move from his chest and sat up with him.

He grabbed a lock if my blonde hair that was dangling in front if my face and placed it behind my ear.

"You know I'm love you too right?" He made it seem like i didn't know that. Just by asking the question it made me wonder.

"Of course why?"

He got off the bed and put in his boxers. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes from the drawer and a lighter.

He placed the cigaret between his lips and left the room.

I sat there quietly in the bed and listened as he exited through the back door.

I looked out or bedroom window and watched him as he stood in our backyard smoking.

Did I do something wrong? Was it something I said?

I didn't understand. He didn't even answer my question.

His cell phone then went off as it was sitting in the dresser.

I sat there wondering if I should look at it or not. U mean. He was a guy. A guy I trusted…so why would I need to look at his phone?

I leaned over toward it a little more to get a better look until the screen went black.

I slowly reached for it but, then paused half way.

What am I doing? I trust Michael. I don't need to look through his phone.

I laid back down onto the bed and closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

So so far. Christina is being kind of stupid because the fact that she loves Michael so much and trusted him so much she's pretty much blinded by anything he does. She sees nothing wrong with the fact he was out so late and doesn't question it.

And just Incase you were wondering the flash backs do lead up to something.

In the second chapter Christina mentions that her memories with Jerod are a but if a blur and there nothing but, memories. Something happened in the past that Christina made herself forget.

Since Luke reminds her of Jerod her memory is coming back peace by peace.

Whatever that thing is It'll explain why her parents treated her so poorly. And You'll find out why very soon. -ADRI

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