She Goes By Remy

OO3

Hazel Valentine

While I walked onto the stage Little Freak by Usher started playing. I can't even lie, although I didn't have the best job I felt free on the pole. The way my body moved in sync with the music was just an unexplainable feeling, I got lost in music. It's obvious that dancing is my life I've been doing it since I was four. All the chants of my name confirmed that I was doing a good ass job and the money was my motivation.
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Once my routine was over I picked up my money. From the looks of it, I made over $2,000. As I went to my locker to put my money up, I received several compliments. "You're really making it in the industry Haze." My boss J Billz said. "Thanks" I simply said. He tried to make conversation but I walked away. He's always had a "thing" for me, he's not ugly .. In fact he's fine as hell, but I'm not with that messing with co workers thing ,especially him being my boss. Plus he got a whole wife and twin boys. I'm not no homewrecker, tf this ain't Jerry Springer.

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Priscilla Santana

So I guess y'all already know who I am, but lemme formally introduce myself. My name is Priscilla Santana. My best friend/sister is Hazel Valentine. I have a very nonchalant attitude and I don't take shit from nobody. My motto is Shut Up Before You Get Done Up (Translation: don't talk crap or I will beat that ass) . I was born in Puerto Rico and grew up in the Harlem.My boyfriend is Brandon Almonté we've been dating for 3 years strong. Well Hazel already told you about our occupation *sighs* it's not the best but it's something. I wanna let y'all know, no matter what your job is don't let nobody knock ya hustle. Money is money if they're not making it for you then they can stfu. But yeah it's my turn to hit the pole. I'm not the best at it, I'm more of an artist and sing a little on the side. "Good luck girl, you got this" Hazel reassured me.

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Dance For You by Beyonce started to play. As I swayed my hips to the music I let sound possess me. I don't know what it is, but when slow music plays I just go HAAM. After I finished I collected my money I went to go change. "Yasss Bitch you slayed" Haze told me. "Thanks nena" I said in my Hispanic-New York accent.

Once Hazel and I were done getting dressed we headed to our cars, gave a goodbye hug, and went our separate ways.

As I made my way into the house I was greeted with a chancla being thrown at me by my father. "¿Qué coño estaba haciendo tan tarde en una noche de escuela?!!" ((Translation: what the fuck were you doing out so late on a school night !?)) He yelled. "Oh mi dios uno que es viernes dos estás borracho , así que ni siquiera estoy a punto de discutir con usted" ((oh my god, one it's Friday, two you're drunk so I'm not even going to argue with you)) I stated as I tried to walk past him. Before I could get any further I was yanked back by my hair and fell to the ground. "Mira cómo me hablas perra estúpida , apuesto a que estabas siendo una azada como de costumbre" (( watch how you talk to me stupid bitch, I bet you were out being a hoe as usual)). I wasn't even going to argue with him, he's always assuming shit with his alcoholic ass. Ever since my mom left him for cheating, he tried to escape his sorrows by drinking. She thought that if she came back he would stop, unfortunately it got worse. Every time he drinks he would beat on me and my mother.
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While he continued to punch me I kicked him and fought back, my mother tried to break it up but he pushed her into the glass coffee table. It shattered and he stopped hitting me. He told us to clean it up then he left out somewhere. "I'm so sorry mami I didn't mean for you to get hit" I sympathized. "Muñeca ((doll)), its not your fault" she said in her thick Hispanic accent. After I finished getting all the glass up I took her to the hospital. They said she sprained it and she needed to wear a Velcro brace thing and they gave her pain killer.

I hate this. I hate seeing her hurt. All she's ever done was be nice to people and he's here abusing her. The only good thing is he just pushes her around instead of hitting her. That's only because they got into a huge fight and she shot him in the arm. Her words that day were: " La próxima vez que luchar tendrá una bala en su cerebro , pruébame" (the next time we fight you will have a bullet in your brain, try me). That scared his punk ass.