Afraid

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8:56 pm...

She leaped out of the black jeep, stripping off her shirt and tights with a small hiss from the pain of her classic cutting. She threw them in and shut the door with a loud slam and panicked strength, racing into the back door of her exotic work, running in in her platforms, black thong and bra with a corset style on the front. She rushed in and was immediately greeted by her manager. "Tyra," He started and as soon as she did she almost cried from the stress. He was tall, with blond hair and a chain around his neck. He usually wore more professional attire despite this being a strip club, and she was a 16 year old girl working in secret. "We contacted you quite a bit ago-" Before he could finish she immediately jumped in, anxious and not wanting another lecture or talk. "I'm sorry, there's just been to much going on and i got caught up at-"

He didn't let her finish either, simply staring at her arm. "What happened here?' He wrapped his tan arms around her elbows where the bandages were. She had to come up with something other than 'I was with this random guy giving him my DNA'

"I had to go to urgent care, I didn't feel too well." It wasn't the full truth, yet a full lie. Those are the types of lies she liked to tell..Something that was half true yet there was missing or switched out components to her little story so no one worried or cared..it just seemed like the average life of a near adult.

He was scanning her up and down, as if deciding what to do with her. Then he saw slight blood dripping off the side of her leg. The scab of her wound, while weak, had stuck to the fabric of her tights and in her hurry was pulled off, causing more amounts of blood. He spun her around which startled her, feeling her muscles tense as if he was a threat when he could be considered a hero in her book. "What the hell did the urgent care even do to you?"
"It was a little fall on the stairs.." She hated to tell a full lie, but she couldn't tell the truth.

"I don't think you should get up there tonight-" She spun around, almost giving him whiplash when he tried to look at her panicked face quickly. She stared in his eyes for a second as if trying to contain something and spoke softer. "Please..I can't miss tonight."

"Hey it's fine we can get another girl to do your part."

"No..please, let me up there, i-i'll show you that I'll be fine!" She didn't want to get kicked from her home, and her roommate doesn't do shit to help on rent, this was her only other option since any other job interferes with her schooling. He didn't seem to be letting up, she held her breath and whispered. "I can't get kicked out.." His eyes dropped, feeling pity for her, yet unable to provide anything else to her besides this job.

"The minute I see you wince in pain, you're going home. Hear me?" She smiled brightly and nodded. "I won't let you down."

She almost ran to the stage, but he grabbed her arm. "There's a line between being injured and letting somebody down, I know you won't let me down." Her smile faded a bit, but she forced it back on and went behind the curtains behind the pole as a woman in a red bikini and long cornrows danced on the stage. She had black stilettos and smooth skin that Tyra loved. She wasn't very flexible, she had hip dips and stretch marks from her kids, she had the things some guys at the strip complained about but everyone working there loved her for her and thought she was beautiful. Her song ended, She waved off to everyone and blew a kiss to the crowd before walking backstage. "You did amazing." Ty spoke in a soft, genuine voice.

"Thanks..and i'm sorry about Tiffany not coming in."

"Ah it's fine, we can't really control her anyways." They both smiled at each other. Tyra walked onstage and gave the DJ her song of choice- TRRST by IC3PEAK. Her taste was different from the others, and earned her the nickname "Terrorizer" When her name was announced, usually the goths or the people who have goth dream girls cheered. She climbed the pole, regretting her decision when she felt her wound stretch with every move of her leg. She flipped herself upside down, her legs holding her up as the song started. Loud bass as a high pitched voice sang-