The Secrets Behind Cries *Book 6 of the Köhler Series*

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Nicole had just finished working the floor, and her feet were hurting up something serious, making her beg the time to hurry so she could go home. She hated working at this place, but it paid the bills and helped keep a roof over her head. The bad was Nicki's boss didn't believe what we made on the floor, or the pole was theirs, always yelling some fucking eight/twenty bullshit when it should have been having the majority. The females worked their ass off getting naked for the thirsty ass men, and he wanted eighty percent of what we made.

"Majestic, what the fuck was that?" Money said, walking back into the dressing room with where all the girls were. He was pissed, but Nicole didn't give a damn. She knew it was about he wanted to yell at her about the man she just cursed out. He wanted to get all touchy-feely as Nicole gave him a lap dance, and her number one rule was no touching.

"The bastard tried feeling on me Money, and you know I'm not down for that shit. Some of the other girls may allow that touching shit, but I don't. Am I done for tonight? Because I have school in the morning, and I don't have time for this shit." Nicole said, walking to the bathroom. Money stopped her with his hand held out, making Nicki sigh.

After all, that ass shaking, she walked out of the strip club with only thirteen hundred dollars when all in actuality, she made over six thousand. Money was a greedy son of a bitch, and the only way anybody made more was getting on your knees for a client, do extra on the side like a party, or let his ass fuck you. That definitely was happening with her.

Once she was out of the club, Nicole made her way to her car and headed home for the night. She started to think why she wanted to go home on earth, but then she remembered she had school in the morning. On top of that, she expected to go home to her apartment and get at least six hours of sleep. That seemed to be only a fucking dream as she noticed that all the lights were on in the apartment. That could only mind that he was home. Sighed deeply, Nicole walked up the stair and slowly opened the door.

"NICOLE, WHERE THE FUCK YOU BEEN!"

"Dad, you don't have to yell. I can hear you. I worked tonight. You remember I have a job." She said as he stood there in his drunken state, swaying back and forward. Nicki tried walking around him, but he blocked her way.

"Dad, please, I'm tried."

"You still working at that damn place taking off your clothes. You nothing be a fucking whore just like you Mama was," He spat. She heard it so many times before, and now it didn't even faze her anymore.

"At least I wor...."

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU SAID," He yelled as he backhanded her across the face. Nicole's hands immediately went to block his next attack. It was sad she was nineteen, about to be twenty in a few months, and was sitting there getting abused by her father.

Ever since Nicole's mom passed four years ago, his abused behavior was turned on her. She remembered when it first started the very next night after her mom passed. He came home drunk as hell, rambling how it was Nicole's fault she died when the real truth was, she overdose off the drugs he was feeding her.

"DAD, PLEASE!"

"IT WASN'T DAD, PLEASE WHEN YOU RUNNING OFF AT THE MOUTH, WAS IT!" He yelled with every hit. The best Nicole could do was ball up, praying for the hits to stop. They finally did once he wore himself out. Slowly she got up, limping to the bathroom to shower, then climbed into bed sobbing herself to sleep.

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"Nicki, wait up," Melissa said. Lissa was Nicole's one and only friend that she let in on what was going on with her. Her parents tried to help, but the system cared not of a black teenager getting beat by her dad. He was also good at lying also he would always cry wolf, claiming that Nicki didn't know how to choose her boyfriends.