Imani's a 19 year old girl, stripping to make it in life. As of now she lives with her abusive drug addict father in Orlando Florida. All in the midst of it Billie comes along and changes her entire life.
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"Life ain't always this pretty."
I grab my duffel bag out my locker putting all my belongings away before shutting it. I don't need any of these bitches stealing my stuff while I'm home so I take all my important stuff and everything else stays in my locker with a lock on it.
I say goodbye to everyone for the night as I leave out of the back door to go to the parking lot. The sun was starting to rise and so was the Florida heat. I look at my phone to see it said 5:30 am. I walk to my car putting my bag in the passenger seat getting in and closing the door.
I let out a sigh, dreading going home. I couldn't even call where I live a home anymore it didn't feel like home. I start my car up and pull off down the road back home but before I do get there, I stop for food knowing there most likely isn't shit to eat at the house.
I make it home and quietly make my way inside the house. I go to my room and set my things on my bed. My body was on fire and I was incredibly tired, I just wanted to eat my food and go to sleep.
Just as I finish eating my bedroom door swings open and there stood Christian, my drug addict father. "When you get home?" I could tell he was high on something and it definitely wasn't weed. " Not too long ago." I don't even bother looking at him as I just scroll through my phone.
"So, you finally gonna tell me where you were all night or not?" I ignore him and continue looking at my phone. We have this conversation every time I come home from work. "Imani I asked you a fuckin question."
"I was out, and why does it matter? I don't ask where you were when you leave and don't come back for 3 days. On top of that I'm grown."
"Imani you live in my fuckin house so it does matter!" I slowly look up at him angrily. " Last I checked this was mommy's house before she died ." This man didn't do anything to help get this house. We only have it because of my mom.
"Well she ain't here, the house is in my name now!" I couldn't stay calm anymore and was now thinking fuck it. Snap. " Last I checked mommy was the only person that paid for this house when we moved. And guess who's paying all the bills now!? I am!"
Then the sudden feeling of his hand coming in contact with my cheek silenced me. "Raise your voice at me like that again and I'm gonna do more than just slap you." He leaves my room and slams my door shut. I need to hurry up and find a way to get the fuck out of here.
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I was now back at work and sitting at the vanity trying my best to cover up the red hand print on the side of my face. "Baby, what done happened now?" I look up to see Brittany AKA Kandy standing behind me in the mirror.
