The abuse at work wasn't a one off. It goes on quite often now. Well it feels as though it has been going on for what seems like forever. It's been about... 7 weeks.
Tonight was particularly bad. Everyone had gone home, I was on the shut down shift. I clocked out and then the rest was a bit of a blur. I blacked out after he slammed me into his desk, and as soon as I came round and he had finished with me, he let me out and I walked straight home.
I've never felt so numb. I usually felt pretty shit, but this... This is a whole new level. He's not usually that agressive. It's usually tollerable.
Usually.

Before I knew it I was at the door. I was fumbling around with the keys when the front door flew open.
"GET IN HERE NOW MISSY! WE DID IT!" I was dragged inside by a very excited Craig to be greeted by an equally as excited Paul and Dan.
"We got our EP in with the recor-" Paul went quieter. "Why are you bleeding?"
Oh fuck. I forgot to go clean myself up.
"Yeah, about that. You know I'm a ditz. I walked into a lampost when I was changing song. It's not that bad is it?" I laugh it off. "I'm going to bed, night" I scurried off as quickly as I could.
"You haven't eaten anything Krystal!" I heard Craig shout after me, but I continued to my bedroom anyway.

Knock Knock Knock
Dan's head popped round the door. "Hey honey, are you okay?" I knew Dan was just being a concerned friend, but I really wanted to just lay here in my tiger pjs, listening to music. He came over and perched himself on the edge of my bed.
"Yeah dude, I'm fine" I force a smile.
"What's all this?" he pointed at my bruised arm looking quite stern. "You may think the long sleeved shirts and the endless amounts of hoodies will cover it all, but we live with you. We see these things. You've had bruises and cuts a lot nowdays. I know you're a clumsy one. But I refuse to believe you are that clumsy to give yourself hand marked bruises... Don't lie to me."
I could do nothing but stare down at my lap. "I don't want to talk about it. But I'm fine, don't worry"
I think I annoyed him. He just gave a huff and stropped off. I don't mean to hurt them. I know they care - But so do I. I don't want to lose the appartment. Without this job, we're all fucked.
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I walked into work with a fresh face on, got my apron on, got ready and was about to go out to start behind the bar when my worst fear presented himself in front of me.
"You will be looking after this young lady today. Show her the ropes. She is your responsibility. Do NOT let me down"
I look at the blond haired woman and she smiles at me and I smile in return. She was extrememly attractive. She had gorgeous brown eyes and, oh my- her lips. Wow. She has these tiny little pink lips. Very elegant looking. Like she was constantly pursing them together. She had a lovely body. I was quite plump compared to most girls that work here. But I don't care. I don't want to be all skin and bone like everyone else. It creeps me out. But this woman was almost perfect. I made myself laugh a little thinking how much Paul would want to pounce on her.
I introduced myself to the newcomer.
"Hi, I'm Krystal Cassidy. Nice to meet you. Welcome to Whisky a Go Go."
"Hi. I'm Myah. Myah Purdy."