" DING - DONG ! "
"DING - DONG " " DING - DONG "
I sluggishly opened my eyes and looked at my clock. It was 3:25. I wondered who that could be. I got up and put on some shorts. I turned on the light and walked towards the door. When I placed my hand above the door knob, it jiggled. Uncontrollably at that. Who does he think he is? If you wanted to break my door knob then you should've said that. I swung open the door ad looked at him. He walked in with an attitude, smelling like weed.
" Where the fuck have you been ? "
I stood there thinking. If anyone should be asking questions, it should be me. I folded my arms together and stood still, watching him as he paced back and forth. I managed to get a glimpse of his face. It looked like he had a bruise
" Tj , look at me "
" I busted my ass for you. Do you know how may people asked for a performance from you? Do you know how many people I've called and promised? When your the second to first manager at a Strip Club, your life is in jeopardy from the start! "
He began to yell. Finaly, he stood still ad looked at me.
" Tj, what is that on your face? "
He sighed in frustration. I knew that if I even attempted to answer his questions, he'd most likely spazz out and leave, or lose control and try to break something. I walked towards him and grabbed his face. I turned him on his right side and stared. There was a bloody stream running from a puffy bruise. It was evident that it didn't happen to long ago.
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A Strippers Money
Teen FictionGrandma passed away sooner then her due date. Jasmine couldn't cope. She was the only family she had left. There was no way to pay her bills, or buy a new car. So she really only had one choice..
