𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄

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  "I suggest you have a roommate. Have somebody you know well and who can take care of you when needed," Ashley's eyes are stuck on her computer as she types. "But I like to live alone. I mean my best friend does come around here and there to check up on me and to hangout but I'm not sure If I'd want a roommate. I like my own space.," I stare at my therapist.

I hate therapy, but Ava suggested getting one. She said just in case one day she won't be here anymore. That girl thinks she's going to die soon if she doesn't get a man anytime soon. I guess she's just scared it'll be too late.

"Well look, you see how you're living. Correct?," Her words pierce through my ears. "Correct..," I whisper; I slightly smirk at her attitude. "It's better off living with somebody than nobody, you can't take care of yourself either," Ashley takes her eyes off the computer. What kind of therapist is this bitch? Ain't a therapist's.. Supposed to help?

"Fucking bitch," I whisper under my breath. I honestly debated grabbing a fist full of her hair and knocking her fat ass head to the desk. "Well... What do you want to do then?," Her bright blue eyes make me want to dig my thumbs into them. She's confusing. "I want to live alone, and are you actually a licensed therapist?," My eye twitches. "Excuse me?," She looks offended by what I said, but are you really a licensed therapist Ashley? Geez, She don't fucking seem like it.

"Your excused sweetheart, until our next therapy session," I give her a wink, I then stand up from the chair and leave. I left her speechless. I told Ava I didn't want a therapist, but she gets worried about me often so I just decided to go to therapy just so she didn't have to worry.

Ava and I have been best friends since I was 18 and she was 19, I adore her so much, she's always been my support beam. We actually met at the club we work at. We've been working at the club ever since we were 19 and 18. She's a exotic dancer and I was a waitress, now a bartender.

She's always told me not to follow the same path as her, I know being an exotic dancer is hard, I mean come on, you're presenting your body to a room full of drunk men or men who are unfaithful to their wives or girlfriends. Or being harassed or touched by unwanted people. But then again, I don't blame her, I would be a stripper if I was that confitdent. If I was confident like her, I would've had thousands and thousands in my bank account, but honestly I don't mind watching her dance from the counter anyways. I've always been good at making drinks and she's always been good at dancing, not just exotic dancing but different types of dances. She even tried to teach me a few tricks on the pole before. Let's just say I thought I broke my neck for a few minutes.

She says she doesn't want me to follow her footsteps... But I don't want her to follow mine. What can I say? I'm fucked up in the head a bit. I mean.. She knows how I am, but that's why she became friends with me. I would always be the quiet one, but I'd stand up for myself and others. Ava on the other hand, she's a bit loud, but can't really stand up for herself.