I've had enough. The sock of cash hidden in my small amount of possessions is becoming sustainable. I could live off this for a little while. I could run away with this.
I'm bringing in a lot of money now. Too much, in unethical ways. In painful, degrading, explicit ways. I'm The Band's prized possession.
That, however, comes with the extra protection. Eyes on me at all times. I've planned out different ways to do it. Late at night, during a show, while we're on the road, etc.
Tonight is the night. I stood in front of the colourful lights beaming onto the stage. I've been giving the performance of a lifetime, walking left and right across the stage, subtly exploring all the fire exits.
My makeup bag in the small bathroom is bursting with cash. After this song, I'm going to pull the same card I've been pulling since high school.
"Mr Green." I whispered. "I've gotten my period, it's going to start dripping down my legs if I don't-"
"Go." He grit his teeth. "Quickly."
I knew he wasn't happy. Something like this would usually result in punishment when we go back to the motel. Thankfully for me, I'll never lay in that bed ever again.
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