Kamiyah
"Miyah." "Ayo Miyah." I continued to ignore my loud ass boyfriend. I rolled my eyes as I heard him open the door to MY bathroom. I added a coat of clear gloss to my blood red lips. I placed the glue on one of my lashes while I tried to get the other to stay on my eye. He stood, watching me as if he hated my very being. "I know you heard me calling you" he snapped. I simply ignored him again. I knew in the end I'd get my ass beat and we'd pretend like it didn't even happen. But I felt as if I didn't owe him any kind of response so I kept quiet. I watched intently as he brought his fist back and punched my lights out. I fell to the ground craddling my eye that I could hardly see out of. But this was normal. I was used to it. He was home. "What the fuck Rico" I screeched. "Stupid ass should have answered me" he growled. I sat a few seconds before I stood and grabbed my things. I hated dealing with this unemployed abusive bitch. Unfortunately there was nothing I could. He took me in four years ago so who am I to leave him? Rico is both bipolar and schizophrenic. But it wasn't until last year that I began to realize he wasn't taking his pills. This caused his temper to spiral completely out of control. I grabbed my bag and keys and headed out the door. Due to Rico's bullshit I left a little earlier than usual. As I pulled up in the parking lot of the club I realized I still had about a good twenty minutes to spare. I decided to spark my blunt. As I smoked I thought about how I could have been so much better than this. Twenty minutes turned into ten so I grabbed my shit and continued smoking until I reached the back door. I was greeted by the security Luco. He chuckled as he held the door open for me. "I see you getting started early J" he smirked. I simply nodded my head because I was way too high to even comprehend what he was saying to me. I knew if I kept smoking I'd go to sleep so I handed him my blunt and continued to my dressing room. I strongly disliked the majority of females whom I worked with besides my Bestfriend Casey. I stripped out of my clothes and began placing on my whore wear. Of course that isn't what it is, but I refer to it as that because I feel just like a whore when I put the skimpy items of clothing on. Casey wasn't working tonight so I was by myself. Tonight I wasn't dancing, it was a floor night. I stepped out of the dressing room and walked down the long hallway until I reached the doors of the VIP lounge. I took a deep breath and pushed open the doors. A few people looked as expected but I felt someone burning a hole in the side of my head. I shook it off being that I was basically naked so niggas and bitches were gonna look. I felt someone grab on my wrist. I turned my head to see a man. He smelled so damn good. "Can I help you?" I asked politely. "Come and give me a dance" he replied. I watched as he walked away. I didn't like his demanding tone. But money is money demanding or not.
