No Angel

Chapter 3

Shawn's POV

After Sadie pulled Honey away, I decided to leave the club and head over to Jen's house. My boys were kind of disappointed to see me leave but it's almost 3am. That's enough partying for the night. I went out to my car and started my journey. Jen lives on the other side of town so it'll take me about an hour to get there.

The whole way there I couldn't stop thinking about Honey. Everything about her seems so right. She seems too perfect. I couldn't help but wonder what Sadie wanted with her. She's always been the jealous type and she does crazy shit when she doesn't get her way. I just hope Honey is safe.

Wait. Why do I care so much? It's not like I'm gonna see her again. She's just another stripper. I can't let her looks and demeanor cloud my judgement. Been there, done that.

What Sadie did to me was foul. I loved her with all my heart. I gave up my player ways for her and she shitted on me in return. I still regret not listening to my boys but love can be so blinding.

Sadie and I started off as friends at NYU, she was a biology major. She was cute, petite, and feisty. I could tell that she had been through shit, she wasn't one of those snobby kind of girls. Her father was a big dope dealer back in the day and she resided from California. She always kept it real with me and everyone around her. I loved her for that.

We did everything together. Partied, studied, activities, and etc. She was my road dog. Once her father died our sophomore year things began to change. I started seeing less and less of her. She would make up these bullshit excuses and eventually I stopped chasing after her. I felt like the friendship was becoming one-sided, but at least I still had my boys.

Speaking of my boys, one night we were all going out to celebrate my dude Kevin's birthday, so we hit up a local strip club. When we seen Sadie come out on stage, she was just as shocked to see us as we were to see her. I know she was humiliated. She immediately ran off the stage and I waited all night to see her but she never showed her face.

Once we left I figured that we would cross paths on campus. She couldn't avoid me forever. It all made sense to me now, this was why she was hardly ever around. She avoided me for about 2 weeks straight until one night I showed up to her room. She tried to slam the door on me but I wasn't letting that happen.

I made her sit and talk to me and she confessed that after her father died she had no one to pay her tuition so she turned to stripping. It was either that or dropping out. When I asked why she didn't tell me sooner she said that she was afraid that I would judge her, but it was the complete opposite. I grew up without shit so I understood that sometimes you have to do what you have to do.

There was no way I could convince her to stop. I had no money to help her, plus I had a full ride scholarship. I supported whatever decisions she decided to make and told her that it wouldn't change our friendship. That night we had sex for the first time. It kinda just happened and neither one of us regretted it later, it only made us closer.

Most of my guy friends passed judgement and were stuck in the mindset that all strippers were hoes and I knew that wasn't the case, at least not with Sadie. I defended her like no other. I told her my deepest darkest secrets and she told me hers, I really fell in love with that girl and we spent every moment we could together. I even picked her up and dropped her off at the club each night.

About a year later things were started to change. She dressed and walked differently now. It's like the club became her. She was barely passing her classes and most of the time she wouldn't even go. Every time I questioned her about it she'd go off on me like I was the one tripping. I honestly had her best interest at heart. This club thing was supposed to get her through college, not pull her away from it. She wasn't the same.