Shye

Chapter 4:You work here?

*Monday 5th of September*
*18:15*
(Shye's POV)

I pulled myself up off the floor and went to use the bathroom as dad drunk himself into oblivion. I looked at myself in the mirror. Luckily, my face wasn't too bruised there was mainly a lot of dried up blood, but I could just wash that off. The rest of my body was black and blue. I bruised easy and now I would have to answer to my nurse when I go for my blood transfusion tomorrow. I looked at my phone and sighed with relief. It was only 4:30pm. I was lucky that the coffee shop I worked at was closed for the day because of a water pipe problem. I had my shift at the strip club tonight, but that wasn't until 8, so I had some time left to sort myself out. I took a deep breath and headed into the shower to wash the blood away. I winced at the hot water on my bruises and cuts. I never understood why my dad treated me like that. I don't know if losing mama sent him in to extreme depression or he was as horrible to mama as he is to me now. But surprisingly I don't hate him. I don't hate my dad. You probably think I'm crazy, I do myself sometimes, but at the end of the day he's the only family I have left. I took a deep sigh and stepped out the shower, ties my towel around myself and headed back to my room to just chuck on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I craped my light blonde hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head.
(Shye's Outfit 1)

(Back to the story)
I headed over to the kitchen, put on my headphones and emptied out the groceries I had bought on the way home. When I was done my stomach grumbled, letting me know that it wanted food. I decided on a pasta salad dish that my mama used to cook for me whenever I came home from school and had a bad day. You could say it was kinda a comfort food for me. I got out a pot and boiled the kettle as I reached for the pasta and vegetables that I would need. I was going to make enough for three: me, dad and Miss Bianchi. I would leave some in the fridge for dad before I left for work and after I ate I would study and get ready for the strip club. As I cooked, I would hum or sing littletunes just as my mother would. An hour later, I was done with my pasta salad and ready to eat.

I took a container up to Miss Bianchi who thanked me and insisted on giving me $10 to get myself something nice and then I headed back home and to my room to eat while I studided. I loved medicine. I loved having the ability to help people live on and because I would go to the hospital quite a bit I got to learn about other peoples' conditions and illnesses. I would also learn more about different types of medicine while I was there and like I said I love helping people. My mama used to be a doctor before she died and worked in a clinic. She would bring me there sometimes and there I found my love of medicine. I wanted to be just like my hero: my mother. But I think that made my dad hate me more. He would always tell me as a young child stuff like "Girls aren't supposed to work." and "A little girl's dream should be to get married to a rich man an look after her father." I hated when he told me stuff like that and my mom hated it too, she would always scold my dad whenever he would say stuff like that and then she'd hug me close and tell me that I could be anything I wanted to be. I miss her a lot. I feel like she'd be disappointed in me for how my life turned out at this point, but I hope she's looking down on me and she knows that I have no choice and I didn't pick this lifestyle. I finished eating and went to wash my plate to see dad laid sprawled across the couch, drool running down his face. I sighed exasperated and picked up a blanklet and spread it across him. I looked down at my phone it was 7. I still had to pack my bag and make my way over to the club. I wasn't just a stripper, I'd sometimes be a bartender too meaning I needed to bring my change of clothes, deodrant, perfume, my makeup and I usually brought my jewellry. I never knew what I'd end up doing it was all due to my manager. I pack up my gym bag and chucked a black hoodie over my tank as well as put my sneakers on before I headed out for the bus across town.
*Timeskip to the club*
(The changing room)
(Shye's POV)
I was currently in the changing room getting ready for the night. My manager Rico put me on bartending duty with a girl in her 20s called Kelly and a man in his 30s called Fergus. Kelly was around "5'7" , a toned figure with her trademark startling violet hair that was nearly always down in a wavy bob. She had tanned caramel skin and wore dark purple coloured makeup as well as dark purple contacts to match her dark coloured hair. Fergus however was a large muscular man, about "6'2", with a sparkling copper red beard (that in my opinion made him look like a Viking) even though his head was as bald as an egg. Fergus had a strong Irish accent and was covered in various types of tattoos. I honestly love these two. Fergus and Kelly knew about my family and financial problems and it made them have kind of a maternal vibe over me. Kelly was like the cool rebellious older sister while Fergus was the well grounded, mature older brother. Kelly and Fergus both enjoyed working at the Fallen Angel (that is the name of the club by the way). I preferred to work on the bar in comparison to stripping to be honest. Not that I'm uncomfortable with my body or anything it's just the head stripper isn't my biggest fan. Whitteny was the head stripper here and I have no idea why she hated me, but she did. She's a 25-year old woman, who is always doused in heavy layers of fake tan, she's clearly had work done on every part of her body she can, she wears so much makeup that she sometimes resembles the Joker and she always talks in this silly baby voice which she thinks is seductive. Whittney's always trying to bully me when I end up stripping, but Kelly usually sorts her out for me. Maybe I should have mention that Kelly comes from a wrestling family of 6 boys and her as the only girl, so sometimes Kelly will threaten Whittney if she gets on my nerves too much. I was just finishing up my makeup when Kelly entered the changing room. "Hey there pixie," Kelly yelled as she headed over to me. I smiled back at her softly. "Hey violet," I replied gently. Kelly called me pixie becaue apparently I look and sound like a little fairy to her. "You ready, we're gonna open soon?"
"Yeah, I'm ready Kells," I said looking up at her a soft smile on my face.
"What's wrong?"
"What? Nothing's wrong," I replied shocked.
"Did he hit you again Shye?" Kelly replied coldly. I hated how she could always tell. I nodded slowly. Kelly pulled me into a tight hug. "Aww sweetheart, I've told ya to report that bastard to the police he can't keep hitting you like that, he could really hurt ya."
"I know, Kells, but he's my dad you know."
"I know he's your dad, but you're not safe with him baby girl."
"But Kells-"
"No buts, if he hits you again you report him straight to the police and you come and stay with me, understand pixie."
"I understand Kelly,"
"Good, and by the way you look fabulous tonight." I chuckled softly in her arms that for some reason always made me feel safe. "Now come on pixie, let's head out before Rico has a bitch fit." I laughed again as she let me go andwe headed out to work the night away.
(Shye's Outfit 2)