Forgotten tomorrow part 1
The last reminisce of the rain dripped down into the cramped alleyway cascading off snaking pipes and fire escapes. The strip club’s emergency exit swung open. The thumping music and glaring lights penetrating the silent darkness of the night. Harriet struck a match against the brick wall and lit a cigarette perched between her dark brown lips. Her long black hair was neatly plated into small bunches which rested on her shoulders. Leaning casual against the wall in her snakeskin skirt and brown leather corset she exhaled smoke into the crisp night air.
Harriet gazed out into the alleyway when something caught her eye underneath a pile of cardboard stacked next to some large bins. a small pale white hand all bruised stuck out from under the pile.
“Another one. Its a shame little one, who ever did this didn’t even have the decency to bury you” Harriet remarked sadly as she began to pull the cardboard from her face. Her long blond hair was dirty and tangled. Her beautiful creaming white face all bruised and cut. She was completely naked expect for a necklace with a small glowing round gem. Harriet knelt down and reached for the gem.
As Harriet touched the necklace the girl began to move. “Your alive? Can you hear me” Harriet asked surprised. The strange girl began to open her eyes. She was confused and disorientated. The Girl leapt back in fear against the brick wall. Her eyes flickered back and forth along the ally.
“It’s ok, your safe. I’m not going to hurt you. Your safe here. Do you know who did this to you?” Harriet began to try to console her.
After a little while the girl began shaking her head to reply.
“Do you know where your cloths are? Do you know your name?” Harriet question the girl. The girl just shook her head. Her whole body was covered in bruises. Some of the bruises were fresh and some had partly healed.
“Stay here. I’m going to get you some cloths. Just wait for me here. Ok?” Harriet said trying point out what she was saying with her hands. The girl didn’t reply she just sat there shacking all over.
Harriet Stubbed out her cigarette on the brick wall and walked back into the crowed strip club.
The club’s walls were cracked and the air thick with smoke. Beer bottles lining ever surface. All chairs were pointed at the crude stage where Amara was preformed. The crowd howled as she slid of her red and black leather corset and flung it into the crowd. Harriet caught it mid air.
Harriet eyed up the guys watching Amara dance sizing them up with her eyes. Too big, too short, too tall. “Your just right.” Harriet winked at one the the leather bikers as she lent over provocatively in-front him.
“Just right for you darlin, what can I do for you” He said smiling as he peered down her cleavage.
“I want to get into your pants” Harriet she smiling and licking her lips.
“I like a woman who knows what she wants” He smirked as he chugged down his beer.
Harriet lead him to a quite room upstairs and pushed him into it.
“Take them off” Harriet ordered. He quickly took of his pants and threw them towards the door.
“I told you wanted to get into your pants.” She smiled picking them up and being to walk out.
“Not so fast.” He yelled chasing after her. She swung around kicking him square on in the jaw with her snakeskin stiletto boots knocking him out cold. Without a blink of an eye she walked back down through the club grabbing a long black trench coat off a back of a chair.
When Harriet got back out the ally way the girl was still huddled up next cardboard.
“Here you go, try these on” Harriet said helping her into the cloths.
“Your freezing. Lets get you inside. You can stay here till you remember who you are” Harriet spoke softly as she draped the coat over her shoulders and leading her into a back staff only room.
