Salvation ( Completed..editing)

- Chapter Twelve -

"I think about it over and over again. I replay it over and over again. And I can't take it yeah I can't shake it."

- Nelly   

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Dawn

"Why you staring at me like that?" I asked Anthony after the waitress walked off. He's been looking at me weirdly ever since I gave him the money for his club.

He shook his head and took a sip of his lemonade. I knew for a fact he wanted to ask me where the money came from.

"How you keep getting in my apartment?" I asked trying to change the topic before it started.

Anthony reached into his back pocket and took out a small case that resembled one that hold reading glasses. He opened it and out came a bunch of slim tools.

"You brought a lock pit kit?" I asked amused.

"This shit old. I had it for years. Why not make use of it?" He shrugged and put everything away. "You get off your ass and open the door when I tell you to I wouldn't have to use it."

I shook my head and laughed. "Would you like me to make you a key?" I was for sure going to change the locks before making a copy to be safe.

"You could. It take a nigga like ten minutes to get in. You know what I could be doing in them ten minutes?" He asked in a serious tone.

"No one told you to break in. You could knock." I laughed.

I felt someone looking at us so I surveyed the restaurant and nothing looked weird to me. The feeling was still there though.

"What you doing with that much money?" He asked. I guess it was driving him insane.

"You gone be mad if I tell you" I sighed. Christmas was in a few days and next week would be the last time I strip. I could leave now but I didn't want to.

"Oh yeah? What you stripping now?" He joked.

I sipped on my water as our food was brought to the table. The waitress asked if we needed anything else and I took that as an opportunity to ignore his question.

Anthony leaned back and stared at me. "What?" I asked.

"So you stripping? Since when?" He asked.

"Going on five years. A simple job wasn't doing it." I sighed. He shook his head and ate his food.

"When's the last time?"

"Two nights ago-"

"Dead that shit now"

"Anthony I planned on quitting for the new year. I just need-"

"Your ass gone need a new body if you step foot in that club again. The hell is wrong with you. Shaking your ass for some money. What if this shit follow you down the road. Did you think of that?

"Yes I did and that's why I do my makeup the way I do and wear wigs that helps disguise my real face. I've always done that. I know what I'm doing and what the result would be in the future if someone recognized me. I'm not a naive eighteen year old."

"Your ass was naive to strip in the first place-"

"Don't fucking judge me!" I snapped trying to keep my voice low. This was the exact reason I didn't want to tell him.