Possession

Possession of the Russian Mafia

Hey everyone. I know I have a lot of stories that I have yet to complete. Sorry! I'm going to be working on that this summer.

This story is mine so please don't steal it... If you do, I'll stab you. ♥

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If you think this is a story about love, marriage, and all that other bullshit. Then you're wrong.

Dead wrong.

And you will be disappointed.

This is a story about my life. Oh, sorry. I'm Sydney Alicia Barts. I'm 23 years old and I live in Brooklyn, New York with my Mom. I was raised here lived here all my life. My mother always wanted to move to Georgia, but I don't do the South and she got sick.

My life was peachy until I was 7 years old. Men dressed in suits would always show up at the house telling Dad that he needed to pay the debt they owed. As years went by it didn't get any better. I remember one my 9th birthday they blew up the front porch one day, it was a terrible sight. Mom was glad we were out the house, but she was still scared.

I remember the night my Dad got killed. I was 12 years old and it seemed like everything had calmed down. Mom's health was doing good, Dad was home most of the time, and I was still on the top 10 honor roll at school. We were all sitting on the couch and that's when Dad decided he was going to get pizza and left. Hours and hours went by and started to rain. Mom was worried and tried calling his phone over and over. At 3 am there was a knock on the door, we thought it was Dad, but we were wrong. It was a cop telling us Dad was shot and killed. This changed our whole life.

I thought about dropping out of school and getting other jobs to help Mom. We lost the house so we moved into a two bedroom apartment. It was crappy, but it would do. I worked and decided to continue to go to school. I still graduated top of my class and was accepted into the Manhattan School of Music. I totally forgot that I made an audition tape my Junior year. My mom had found it and sent it in along with my other records, which I was grateful for.

After finishing college, I received my Bachelors of Music in Voice and Piano. That's when it hit me. It was a useless degree that would get me no where in life. It also created uncalled for bills that I couldn't pay with a regular job.

Between my student loans, my mom hospital bills, and the debt my dad left us, we were screwed.

So, I did what I thought was best.

I got a job as a professional dancer. Fine, I'm a stripper, but I don't do extra services and the owner (who was like a big brother to me because he was my big brother) made sure of that. The strip club was called Teaser and it was pretty popular.. Yes, they had private rooms in the back, but I wasn't allowed back there.

Right now I was at 'work', if you called this a real job.

I had on a black long sleeve net body suit that was also a romper and black ankle booties that were seven inch heels. My hair was pulled back into a big puffy pony tail. I had on black studs and a fake choker. My outfit was amazing and my body was in amazing shape so I glad to flaunt it, at work that is.

"C.G."

Darien's deep voice came from behind me, causing me to jump.

"Darien. What did I tell you about that?" I looked at him irritated as I crossed my arms.