Lily Pov*
I stare into the mirror, my reflection is sad,depressed. My once bright brown curly hair has lost the brightness. My skin is pale and my hazel eyes are lifeless.
Work has really been getting to me, the loud booming music. I am not a stripper. More like bartender.
The music is all i can hear, even when I am at home, its all i hear.
The counters need to be wiped down, the dimmed lights make it dark but not that dark. The smell of achol and coccane, are evident.
''Lil's a reporter is questioning young ladys. Over there.'' Max points to an old man whose looking around, his glaze meets mine and holds it. I smile and return to my work.
He comes and sits in frount of me, i smile.
''What can I get you tonight?'' I ask in the kindest voice, possible. He smiles.
''My name is Fred. Can I ask you three questions?'' He asks, i nodd. I do the dishes as he asks.
''What is your name and age is one?'' He pauses for my answer.
''Lily Templtion, and I am 16'' I turn around and finish doing the last few dishes.
''Where is your family?'' He adds on, I smile.
''My mom has cancer and my brother lives with her back in my hometown.'' I simply answer. I indeed miss my mom and brother but i have to earn money to help her survie.
''One last question. Are you straight, bisexual, or gay?'' He asks. I drop a glass and turn around and laugh at his straight-forwardness.
''I am straight. May I ask you, a question?'' I ask,nicely. He smiles and nodds. ''What are these questions for?''He looks taken back by my question.
''I am 43 young lady,and i am a father, I know when your being sassy massy'' he says never breaking eye contact with me.
''Im sorry sir. I wasn't trying to be 'sassy massy' sorry if i offended you'' i chuckle. He smiles and walks away, but not before putting a few bills out, for a tip. I pick them up and count them. $120. I guess he was a gentle man afterward. I walk to the changing rooms, changing back to my day clothes. My shift is over. Finally.
I walk outside, the warm summer breeze hits me, making me moan in delight. The beautiful moon's light shinning down on me. I smile as I start walking home.
While walking up Walnut Lane, a black, buick, honks, causing me to jump. I turn around and see Fred. He rows down the window and asks '' do you need a ride?'' I of course decline. Stranger! I start walking only to be grabbed. I elbow him and take off into the woods, i trip over a thorn bush. He grabs me and pinches me, i look down at where he pinched me, in fact he was pulling a needle out. My eyes become heavy. I give up on fighting the man. Right before sleep over comes me i mumble ''please dont kill me''
I just got myself killed. Better yet kidnapped. How fun? Note the saracasm.
