Sober

Chapter 2: Wounds

"A pole dancer, what the hell is wrong with you, im only seventeen years old, i might as well have sex with you again," I had took Blake to the back room, i was on the verge of kicking him in the nuts.

"My dad won't make strip since youre under age," he told me, i scoffed

"I still have to be a whore and fucking pole dance you idiot," i told him

"You really don't have a choice," 

"If i have to do anything, can i just have sex with you instead of this," he shook his head

"I'm trying to be a loyal boyfriend for now on, it's just for two monthes," he told me, i shook my head.

"My mom will find out, she won't like it," 

"You and your mom don't even get along, she's gonna kick you out of the house by the time you graudate, come on, if you don't do it you'll be known as the bitch and slut of the school," i laughed

"I already get called those names,"

"But you'd lose friends," I sighed

"Fine, when is my first day on this stupid job?" he grinned, he brought me back out to his father. 

"Okay Delilah, can you come back here tonight? Just for some practice on the pole?" his dad asked, i nodded

"Now please take me back to school," i told him

"Or you can just learn now, and start tonight," he said, i groaned

"Fine," i crossed my arms, and he called some girl out. She smiled at me, and shook my hand. 

"Hi i'm you're new 'pole dancing or stripper teaching' teacher," she said, she looked me in the eyes.

"How old is she?" she asked Blake's dad

"18," he lied, she smiled. 

I caught on pretty quick with the moves, it was easier than i thought, the only one i really needed to  work on was this one where i do the splits in the air upside down, it was kinda complicated, but i got it. 

"You're a natural," Blake said, i rolled my eyes. 

"I think she's ready for tonight, i guess be back in three hours," the teacher intructed, i nodded.

"Now take me back to the school, so i can pick up Bridget," I told Blake, he nodded. 

We left the place, I wasn't gonna do it, i would rather Melony hate me, than me a stripper. Some idiot would record me, and people would find out i work there. Melony needed to know the truth, even if it hurt her. We got to the school, Blake went home, i saw Bridget with Melony, i was gonna reveal her boyfriend and me, the mistake we made. 

"Melony you are gonna probably hate me for the rest of my life for this," I told her, she and Bridget turned around. 

"Your boyfriend had sex with me about two monthes ago," I told her, she giggled.

"You act like i don't know that," she said, my mind went blank.

"Blake told me like a month ago, he said you both couldn't control yourselfs, its okay," she said, she and Bridget got up and hugged. 

"Bye Bridge, see you later Del," she hugged me ago, i was in shock still.

"Del, stop stressing, it's fine, i broke your heart once, and i knew karma was gonna come back at me," she said, i nodded.

"Okay Mel," she let go and walked home.

"That dumbass, trying to make me become a pole dancer and now im gonna get my ass kicked," i said, Bridget walked with me.

"You should've just told Mel in the first place, and you can just stay at my house tonight,'' she smiled, getting the car with me. 

"My brother is home from the military, he wants to visit me, since my abusive mom," i told her, i turned the radio on. 

"Come on, he's even told me that we should just buy an apartment together, my mom and dad can help support," she told me

"I told you, i need to get  a job first, and no im not doing the pole dancing job," i told her, she laughed. 

"Just get one at mcdonalds or something," 

"I'll look tonight for job openings, i'll see you tomorrow though," i said, she got out of the car and i drove home. 

I lived in an okay house, like i said my mom does abuse sometimes, she might or might not tonight. She started when my brother moved out, she was on the verge of beating him but he out quick enough. She started when i was fifteen, after my brother left, she started smoking crack and weed. She became addicted to drugs, sex and abuse. I pulled in the driveway and i saw my mom and brother was home. 

I locked my car and i walked inside and i heard yelling.

"Is it fucking true? Do you smoke weed?" my mother yelled, slapping my face.

"We are leaving," my brother snapped, grabbing my forearm.

"No the hell your not," my mom said, grabbing my other arm.

"Let go of me," I tried getting out of my mom's grip, she got a knife that was sitting on the table, and sliced my arm.

"Mother fucker," I yelled, falling on the ground, grasping my arm.

"Watch your fucking language!" she yelled, my brother got in front of me.

"What the hell happened to you mom?!" he yelled, in question.

"You mistake of a sister came in my life!" she yelled, she threw the bloody knife on the ground, and went to the table.

She lit up her ciggeratte, and took a deep inhale. Tears fell down on my face, my brother picked me up fastly, he took me to his car. Some of my stuff was already inside, my mother came running out, holding her knife. I ran out of my brothers car, he started to yell my name, I didn't listen.

"Let him go!" I yelled, she smirked, and threw her cigarette at me.

"Get to your room, for the rest of the night, now," she said, I ran to my room.

I first ran to my bathroom and grabbed bandge for my cut, I ran to my room. I wrapped around my arm and fell asleep.