Paige's Club

Chapter 2. Clayton's Hunted Imaginations.

It has been a few months since Paige's death. Still, Clayton Milton has not been himself because, in every of his quiet time, the memory of Paige's corpse always flickered in his mind. Each time this happens, his heartbeat accelerates to a violent bang against his chest.

The champagne sparkled and frothed as he was filling the wine glass in his left hand. Then he listened to the relaxing fizz and pops produced by the eruption of bubbles. He was sitting on a fluffy sofa in his wide, well-furnished, and luxurious living room waiting for his sister, Lucinda, to arrive so that he could take her to Paige's club and show her around.

Since Paige died, her club has been shut down for six months. Within this period, Clayton had discussed with Lucinda, telling her to manage the club which she agreed on. Well, there was something she didn't know.

He picked up the wine glass from the small stool beside the sofa and sipped the drink.

"Hey, Clay!" Lucinda's gentle voice vibrated his eardrums.

Lucinda was his younger sister, but each time he saw her he was fascinated by her beauty. She was standing behind him, looking hot in her short, sleeveless body hug gown. Her scanty brown hair swung forward as she looked down at him with her blue eyes. Her red lips pulled in a smile.

"Hey, Lucinda," He smiled. "Coming here took you forever."

She took the drink off his hand and said, "Busy with kids, you know. You should be glad that I've finally made it here." Then she sipped it.

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Clayton slowed down the pace of his car as they arrived at Paige's club. He heaved a sigh and looked at Lucinda who seemed comfortable with the environment. Driving slowly, he parked right in front of the club.

It was a very cloudless day. Various vehicles honked and rumbled as they drove to and fro on the sterile two-lane road. Some streetlights were mounted in a single file on the long pavement that divided the road in the middle.

"Do you like the place?" Clay asked while leaning against his car.

Smiling and darting her eyes, she said, "I love this place!" She imagined how the place would look at night when the streetlights illuminate the road.

Lifting her blue gaze, she read the graphic design inscription above the entrance of the building– Paige's Club.

"You're gonna change that name, I guess," Clayton said but didn't know if she answered or not because he was already lost in his thoughts. When Lucinda read that name earlier, his heart had begun to slam against his chest, and fear gripped him terribly, such that he didn't dare to look at those inscriptions for a second time. Something was terrifying about that name.

"Clay!" Her sharp voice intruded on his thoughts. Initially, the voice sounded like Paige's. He blinked as his consciousness propelled in his head. Fighting inwardly to wave those imaginations off his mind, he stepped forward and swatted a few numbers then the door parted open at once.

The club was glamorous and glassy. Lucinda admired the settings of the chairs and the shelf concocted with assorted expensive drinks. The shelf was enclosed by transparent glistening glass. She turned and saw a large TV that was mounted on the wall and the home theaters that surrounded it. All were SONY products.

Wow!

She saw another shelf where tumblers, wine glasses, rock glasses, and mugs were kept. She just loved everything about the bar.

Walking a few distances away into an open space where a Snooker was, she looked forward and saw a stage. Beholding a huge glimmering ball slowly swiveling over her head, she could tell this was the dance floor.

Standing a few distances away and crossing his arms, Clayton smiled while watching the way Lucinda idolized everything.

"Any other place to show?" She beamed.

"Of course," He replied and felt the pressure of his rapid heartbeat. "Will you be spending some nights here too?"

"Did she usually sleep here?" Lucinda raised a brow.

"Often." He replied.

Once they got to the passage that led to the washroom, curiosity struck Clayton and fear engulfed him so hard that he instantly began to feel a whirling sensation in his head. But Lucinda didn't notice as she was busy admiring the place.

Pointing at a door behind, she asked, "What's that place?"

"The washroom." He replied.

The day Clayton discussed the club with her, he'd told her that Paige traveled for an important program that she was carrying out in North Carolina, so he wasn't sure about her return. "How could she have left such a warm and beautiful place?" She turned to the large mirror on the wall.

"She might come back," He said. "Or maybe not. So, are you gonna change the name of the club?"

"That's not necessary then," Lucinda replied. "As you have said, she might come back…or maybe not." She didn't know Paige, but she liked her already. How magnificent this place is! During her conversation with Clayton, he'd told her that Paige was generous and could give her the club permanently. God! That would be thrilling!

Breathing unsteadily, Clayton placed his trembling hands on the washroom door knob. He was feeling a strange pressure soaring inside of him and his head was void. This is where they found Paige's bloody corpse six months ago…and now he was about to push the door open!! He thought dreadfully.

Gosh! What if her body was still lying there…waiting for him?

Taking a deep breath he pushed the door open, and his blue eyes widened; he was expecting something dreadful. He thought he would see Paige standing right in front of him. He latched his eyes instantly but when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the shiny bathtop...not Paige. Oh, thank god!!

"See how the washroom…" He gasped in shock when he turned and saw blood sliding down Lucinda's cheeks like tears, then his lips dropped. Wait. What's going on? For a while, he went dumb. "W…what happened to you, Lucinda?" With curiosity gleaming in his wide blue eyes, confusion coated his voice when he asked.

Staring directly into his bewildered eyes, Lucinda said, "I'm fine. Just follow me to the mirror."

Her voice seemed to echo in his ears, and she looked weird this time. But he followed her as she was walking ahead of him slowly. Feeling he was compelled to move, he was in total perplexity. It took a few minutes before he lowered his gaze, and then he noticed that her legs were not touching the floor.

Christ!

Her legs were floating in the air and he could hardly see her feet.

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