'The secret to be Good, is to hide the Evil'
Maia Severino, a girl running from her past but stuck in a life she can't continue, doing anything to survive.
Carlos Marchetti, a man in charge, always knowing what to do next, always getting what he wa...
Once me and Aaron finished our lunch I started walking back to my apartment; Aaron begged me to take a taxi but that's not going to happen. I enjoy the outdoors it makes me feel free.
The wind brushes through my long locks swaying behind me as I walk down the road fresh air is alleviating, and I love the exercise. Yes, I know I'm weird.
I decide to stop of at the grocery store to get some food for dinner. I search the isles of the store for some tacos, salsa, chicken, and vegetables because I saw a recipe on Pinterest that I really wanted to attempt to make.
I have always enjoyed cooking since I was a kid, but I haven't had as much time recently. I pay at the self-serve counter to avoid human interaction, that's such an introvert move.
As I am walking back, I felt a pit in the bottom of my stomach. Something was off. I can't help but feel as though I am being watched. I have been hiding successfully from my old life for 4 years now, I am not about to get dragged back in.
My senses widen. My skin tingles, I breathe deeper, concentrating on my every move and my surroundings. I can hear the busy roads of cars hurrying around the city in the distance. There are usually people visible in this area but nothing, no one.
The feelingsomeone's me watching sinks to the back of my mind.
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I am getting ready for tonight's shift at the club after eating my tacos; I am a waitress tonight instead of dancing. Honestly, I already know I'm going to hate tonight I have to talk to the repulsive men that think of me as some worthless slut.
They will tip me according to how sexy my body looks at how I act towards them. Like I want them.
Most of the other girls prefer waitressing because when a hot, rich businessman comes in which is very rare, they all try and get his number, not me though I couldn't give a shit about what a man's status or what he looks like.
I put on a halter neck black lace bra, which has four rows of crossing bands underneath with tiny silver studs, that dig into my skin. Fucking great I know. I decide to go with some booty shorts which cover me up a bit more which have two crossing bands and studs like the bra.
This outfit makes my breasts and bum look bigger, hopefully earning me more tips. I put the 4-inch black open toe lace-up booties in my bag and throw on joggers a hoodie and the trainers I was wearing earlier.
I touch up my make-up whilst staring at myself in the mirror. I am disgusted at the reflection looking back at me. It's like it's me but not. I don't like the person in front of me I was supposed to be an elegant ballerina not a stripper at a club, everything just went so wrong.
My life was turned upside down, in a single moment that had been building up for years prior. I used to be safe but trapped, loved but invisible, hopeful but naïve.
