Around August 21, 1979 there was a girl name Crystal. Crystal was a bright young lady who was 14 (so I have been told). She wasn't so popular at school. Kids bullied her because they were jealous of how rich she was. I mean her Dad fucking owned his own damn business. Who wouldnt be ? Crystal met a football player of the name Chris ( I think thats the dumbasses name). They were a couple for 5 months during school. Crystal started catching feelings for Chris (dumbass). Chris really only wanted one thing (that one thing was to fuck innocent Crystal). After 2 months Crystal was pregnant. Since she didn't want to make her rich family look bad, she put the baby up for adoption (People say it was a good choice). Her parents soon found out about it and confronted her. Since her Dad didn't want to look bad to the public, they kept it a secret ( but all damn secrets are not kept well). The baby soon got adopted by a rich ass family with a strange son. Her name is Valentina. Yep bitches that's me poor fucking Valentina. That damn family's son molested me for 15 years. Then the stupid ass parents said they were going to change my name when I'm 18. I was like hell no! I couldn't take living there no more so one my 16th birthday I ran away. I noticed they didn't call the police. Nobody was looking for me. All they wanted was the checks they get for taking care of me. I don't know why when they're rich enough. Well you know how greedy rich people can be. Now I'm a middle class exotic dancer. I started dancing at 16 because I bought a fake I.D. The people found out a year later. Since I was so great there, they let me stay because on my nights I did bring most of the (perverted) costumers there. I make a lot of money. Probably ranges from $800-1600 a night. I mean there's big money in California anyway. I don't have a boyfriend because everytime I get one they always want me to dance for their friends like I'm an item. I hate when people see me and think that I'm a low life stripper who loves sex. What people actually don't know about me is after work I always walk down the beach and sit on the bench. I watched how families and couples smile while just taking a stroll on the beach. I wonder how it's like to be happy or in love. But where I'm at I will never know the feeling. "Valentina your up sexy" the manager said. As I walked to the stage the memory of what I didn't want to think of the most was what my real mother is like.
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Forever Loved
Teen FictionValentina is a 21 year-old exotic dancer. She knows nothing about her biological parents. All she knows is that her real mother gave birth to her at the age of 14. But, what happens when she runs into a family and stay a couple of weeks with them. V...
