The Preacher's Daughter

Getting Worse; Losing Myself.

Demi;

"Stop with the bullshit, Demi. I saw it. I saw him kiss you and I heard what he told you. I am in LOVE with David and I saw my friend kiss him! You are a backstabbing bitch!"

Nice going, Demi." Selena laughed at me.

"I don't care! He told me they were bullying you, but we taught you to rise above that. Using profanity at them won't work. I'm disappointed in you,Demetria. Has preaching to God not taught you anything?"

"I don't know what to do with her, Jen. I might have to take her to boarding school. I can't let her destroy my reputation. I can't keep moving. I miss when she was my little princess. Now she's trying to get under my skin. I can't take it anymore. Some days I don't even think I love her, she gets me so angry."

He threw his cigarette out the window, "What about you? You're not my girlfriend." he chuckled, I felt sick. My heart broke.

I woke up with all the memories. I've been living here with Matt and Nicole for about 1 and a half weeks. Matt and I made a deal that as long as I have a job, I could stay. He bought me some clothes though. What he didn't know, was that I was a stripper. I lied about my age,so they hired me. It's not the best job but I get good tips, I guess. The job does not cure my self harm tho-- it has gotten worse.

I left Matt's house around 6, so I could get myself some McDonald's with the money that was thrown at me last night. I hated this life. I hated what I've become. Was it my dad's fault? Was it Joe's? Ugh, Joe. I hate him. I wanted to kill him for playing me. I don't ever want to see his fucking face again.

After I ate, I walked to the Gentlemen's club. I headed to my dressing room to get dressed, Buttercup came to my dressing room, her real name was Britney, but she went by Buttercup in the club.

"Are you excited,Diamond?" she ran her hand through my hair. They picked names that had the same first letter as your real name. I nodded my head.

"Good, Angel told me that there are a bunch of guys here celebrating a birthday...so the better we celebrate the birthday, the more tips we get. It won't be hard, since these guy are actually handsome."

I looked at myself in the mirror. I fixed my outfit that was covering little amounts of my body. I fixed my hair and followed Buttercup on stage. I got on my pole and twirled around in front of the birthday crowd.

The guy, who I assumed was the birthday boy, handed me a $50, which would be enough for a lap dance. I looked over at Buttercup. She gave me a wink. I slowly took the money and hopped off stage. I led the guy to the VIP lounge. He sat in the chair. I started giving him a lap dance. I didn't allow the guys to touch, so if he did make a move, I would call a bouncer, I don't care if it's his birthday.

"I'm Adam. This is the best gift ever." he stared at my ass. I didn't say anything.

Once the song ended, the dance ended. "What time do you get off?" he bit his lip. I crossed my arms.

"Why?" he chuckled at me.

"I want a private private lap dance, where I can touch you all over." he winked at me, he handed me $150 dollars. I was hesitate, but I took it.

"Meet me in the back at 12." I shoved the dollars in my bra and went back to my pole.

I finally got off at 12 and I was not ready to leave, then I had to face Adam. I left my outfit on and zipped up my long jacket. I walked out to the back and there he was.

"Let's go." I looked around and followed him to his car. He drove home. He lived in a decent place. It wasn't ghetto looking, I'd love to live here.

We went inside his house and he got his chair ready. I took off my jacket and laid it down somewhere. I started giving him another lapdance, and he had the opportunity to touch me all over. I must admit, it did feel pretty good.

I gave him 2 lapdances that night and he was definitely aroused now. "How much would it be for you to have sex with me,sexy?"

"Uh..." I didn't really want to have sex with him or with anyone. He tossed out another 150. I sighed. I took it and placed it in my coat pocket. I followed him to his bedroom where I slept with him.

He made my insecurities worse by yelling 'whore' every time he thrusted in me. He fell asleep once we were done. I laid there, crying silently. He was right, I am whore. I didn't make myself one-- Joe made me like this. I got up and threw my clothes on. I walked out, putting my jacket on. I headed back to Matt's.

I went to my shed and changed into clothes that were actually me. I laid on my bed and instantly fell asleep.

Matt woke me up around 7 in the morning, I was so tired, but I jumped out of bed when I heard that Nicole's water broke. I grabbed my jacket and got into their car where Matt sped.

We arrived in the hospital, I let Matt and Nicole go to the birthing center as I sat in the waiting room, falling asleep.

Around 10:30, Matt came out and invited me to see the baby. He took me to the room, "Demi, meet your niece, Alyssa Mae Phillips." Nicole handed me the baby.

I was in awed, "She's precious...You can already tell she's going to have Nicole's hair." I smiled down at Alyssa. It was the first time in a while. Somehow I felt like I needed to be a good aunt to this precious angel.

I went back home while they spent time with their daughter. I sat on my bed, writing in my journal. I glanced over and saw the razor. I was tempted. Don't do it,Demi.

The more I stared at it, the more the temptation grew. I put my book down and headed to the razor. The last time and I'll quit, I told myself.

I grabbed the razor and left one cut on each wrist.  

Poor Demi! :( Would you guys like to see a Joe POV? -Chloe.