For the Dream of 5 Years: Chapter Thirty: Night Girl

The road from the house was dark, but Michelle was determined to master the route this time. They had taken Michelle's Jeep and had put her torn clothes inside a dustbin behind the house. Unlike when they came from the garage the previous day, the journey was entertaining. They were chatty, touchy, and laughed so hard like little teenagers in love. They held hands and kissed each other's hands every few minutes. Michelle was in jungle-green shorts, a white blouse, and a pair of brown boots. She knew Dave would react to this, and she struggled to figure out how she would get inside the house without Dave noticing she had worn new clothes. "Hey curvy girl, what is bothering you? Have you ever gone to a strip club?" Dan asked, squeezing her hand gently and kissing her wrist. "I'm wondering how I will get in the house with these new clothes; you shouldn't have torn my clothes," She said, trying to cover her bare thighs. "You shouldn't have married a dictator," he said. "It's not about a dictator; it's about not openly hurting someone. He will know this is not my style, and he might you think I did something behind his back," she said. "For starters, you did something big; you had good sensual sex. Secondly, people change, he changed, you have changed too," he said. "I am angry at Dave, but I don't want to hurt him as he did. I am just trying to heal; I wanted some thrill. Dan, I never wanted to cheat on Dave. I have tried so much, but I need to feel alive again. I was dying inside," she said. "What is this place?" She asked, shocked to see them pull in front of what seemed like a strip club. "I asked you if you've ever gone to a strip club. I took your no answer to mean you haven't. Tonight, we are going to have a blast," he said, parking the car. "Dan, can you get serious for once? I need to go home. I don't want to waste any more time. I need to go home asap, Dan!" She was getting frustrated. "Big boy," Dan corrected her. "Oh, my goodness! Stop with that nonsense! We are talking about my family here. This is not a joke or casual sex that's at risk here. I need to see my children and my husband. It has been almost two days now, and they don't know where I am," said Michelle. "It hasn't even been thirty hours, not even enough time to report a missing person," Dan said, unbuckling his safety belt. "We are not going to take long; I'll just have a drink or two, look at some good ass, and then I'll drop you home," he said, stepping out. "This is my damn car, and I know my way home. Give me my car keys!" She yelled. "I said I will drive you home. Period," He said, so sternly that Michelle froze. She contemplated taking a taxi home, but what would happen to her car? What would she tell Dave about the car? In a garage? No. That would make no sense to Dave; he was too smart for that. "I can't walk outside in shorts; I am a reputable woman," she started saying when Dan slammed the door. She stepped outside, the street lights so bright that a person mile away could tell who she was. Dan locked the Jeep after she stepped out and put the keys inside his pocket. He entered the club, and Michelle had no choice but to follow him inside. The club was filled with people; some were smoking, others dancing, and the strippers made their day count on their poles. Dan went straight to a table near the pole girls. Michelle felt so weird about this that she hesitated before Dan signalled for her to sit next to him. She sat next to him, girls dancing in front of her. "Hey baby girl, come here beautiful, give daddy a lap dance," Dan called out to one of the pole girls, and she seductively moved towards him, sitting on him. "Hey, curvy girl, get some notes from my wallet and reward this goddess," He said, handing Michelle his wallet. "Is this a joke, Dan?" She said, slapping him so hard and storming out of the club. Dan followed her; she was standing next to the Jeep, crying. "What is all this drama, curvy girl? Why did you assault me inside there?" He asked, wearing a grin on his face. "What was that, Dan? Why would you do that to me?" She asked. "Are you offended that I asked you to give some cash to some girl who pleased me? Didn't I buy you clothes when you made my night?" He asked, opening the door for Michelle. "You are not serious right now! Is that who I am to you? A girl who pleased you, and you bought her clothes?" She asked, extremely mad she was shaking with anger. "Cut me some slack, Michelle. Am I complaining that you are going to your husband tonight? You were the one telling me how you don't want to hurt him, how you love your family, and how you can't wait to get there tonight before it was too late," he said, getting inside from his side when Michelle refused to get in after he got the door for her. "Are you going to get in or what?" He asked. Michelle got in the car, furious but quiet. "Just get me home; I'm not in the mood for talking," she said. Michelle directed him to the Blue Valley Mall because she did not want Dan to know where she lived. "You can easily get a taxi from this spot," she said, trying to convince him to alight so she could drive to her house alone. "No curvy girl, I am driving you to your house. If not, we are going back to the club," he said. Michelle did not want to waste any more time; she knew Dave could not go to bed until she returned. She had switched her phone off when she did not find a signal at Dan's place, but she knew Dave had been calling. "Okay, house number P021, South lane street. Make it quick. It is past midnight, which has already breached our agreement with Dave," she said, looking restless. "I should have known you lived this close to my uncle's place. It's a few blocks from the Blue Valley Mall," he said. Michelle's attention was not in the car; her body was cold, not because it was freezing and she was scantily dressed because she was drowning in fear. She had never slept out of the house to have fun without Dave. She did not know how Dave would react. She was in the wrong, guilty, with a man she slept with, and dressed in clothes bought by another man. "I need to get something from the Mall before getting to my house," she said, searching her clutch bag for her ATM card. She ran to a clothing store and purchased a long, ankle-length blue dress. She went into the washroom, put it on over her other clothes, and ran back to the car. "Let's go now," she said after getting in the car. "You amaze me, curvy girl. Are you in an abusive relationship? Why do you fear him that much?" He asked, starting the car and driving off. Michelle did not say a thing. She kept checking the time, her heart beating so fast. "There, take a left. That's my gate," she pointed. When they arrived at the gate, Dan made a ridiculous hoot that might have woken everyone in the estate. "What the f.? What are you doing that for?" Michelle said, hitting his hand off the steering wheel. "I want to see that 'lion' called 'Dave' that is giving my curvy girl stress," he said, laughing. "Get out of my car. Please get out of my car, Dan. You have already gotten me home late. What more do you want to do? Confront my husband? Ruin my life? Please, I beg you, get out of my car," she pleaded. "No pressure, curvy girl. I wouldn't hurt you. Now, lean over and give daddy a proper kiss," he said. She didn't want to waste any more time; she leaned forward and kissed him. He grabbed her face and kissed her back. Michelle was disgusted, she felt like biting his lips, but she had to persevere and avoid drama. Dan groped her breast before alighting the Jeep. Michelle moved to the driver's seat, drove the car, and entered the estate through the gate that was already opened by the gate-man after the loud hoot. She tiptoed towards her house, and when she got to the door, she didn't hear the sounds from the TV. For the first time, she didn't know how to act for not finding Dave in the sitting room. She didn't know what she would have preferred, Dave in the sitting room or Dave in the bedroom. She wanted to find herself in her bed magically, but the door was locked, and she had to wake someone up, Dave or Lisa. If she woke up Lisa, she would still face Dave in the bedroom. If she woke up Dave, she would have to explain where she was coming from, whose clothes were those on her, and he would likely turn her away. So, she decided to switch on her phone and call Lisa. After switching her phone, tens of messages and missed calls filled her cellphone. Then there was this persistent call from Dan. She decided to take the call so he would stop calling. "What again?" She whispered. "Should I break that door open, curvy girl? If you are afraid, let's go back home. I am right here outside the gate; if he is a man, let him confront you," he said. Michelle did not say a word; she hung up and immediately called Lisa. "Hi Lisa, come open the door," she said." "What time are you coming home, Michelle? A married woman?" Lisa asked on the phone. "What the hell? This is my house; open the damn door," whispered Michelle. "Call Dave; I don’t want to anger him right now," said Lisa, hanging up the phone. "Wow, who does this girl think she is?" Michelle muttered. Michelle had no choice but to call Dave. "Hi, Love, please open the door; I'm home," she said softly as if that would make her look innocent. "Go back to where you are coming from, Michelle! It is almost morning; come back tomorrow when the sun is out like a normal person!" Dave yelled back to her on the phone, but she could hear him from the bedroom. He hung up.