Trustworthy

Chapter 8.

Amali's pov.

Leaving out of the office I saw Malaysia walking to the bathroom trying to fix her hair.

I rolled my eyes and started walking home since nobody wanted to answer my phone calls. As I was going past the park I heard whistles and boys calling me.

"Aye baby girl where you going this time of day? You need to go somewhere because I'll give you a ride. " the man said smirking

"I don't need a ride or anything else from y'all broke asses now continue your little game. " I stated walking faster

"Yo black ass probably wasn't gonna give it up anyway. " he mumbled walking away

Walking up the driveway I took out my key's only to find out that somebody changed the locks on the front door.

"Yoo, what the actual fuck. "

I turned around and walked down the street to Jariayah's house speeding up when I saw cop cars.

Seeing Mrs.Davis clutching her husband and daughter made my mind spin with thousands of possibilities. The first thing that I thought of was Where the hell is Kyro?

When I reached them we didn't have to exchange word's, I could predict what happened from the bloody stains on Jariayah's shirt to Mr.Davis' tear stained face.

"I'm so sorry. " I whispered
"My baby..."
"My brother..."
"My son didn't deserve this shit man!"

My phone rang scaring Mrs.Davis making her jump. "Yes Eric? " I asked rolling my eyes, I honestly don't have time for his bullshit right now.

"I need you to do something for me so go home and put on that outfit I left in your room. Don't let Andrea see you or you're going to hate me. " He chuckled darkly. "...if you already don't after today. "

I started walking away with my head down fighting to keep tears out of my eye's as I went home and entered through the back door.

Going to my room I found the "outfit" Eric wanted me to put on frowning at how it was only a see through red bra, short leather shorts and spiky black stillettos.

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I found myself in a situation I never thought I would be in. That sick bastard took me to a strip club shoved me into a girl and threatened that if I didn't make the amount of money he wanted I would pay for it.

"Look bitch you go out there shake ya ass, show a little something, pick your earnings up and get the fuck out. Simple. "

Ignoring the fact that this monkey looking hoe with ombre weave called me a bitch, I have to admit she looks like she knows what she's doing.

"I've never done any of this before. " I whispered. "Well you better get the hang of it fast because boss doesn't play about his paper, find out the consequences if you want. "

A short Hispanic man walked in the room with a headset on "You're up next, your stage name is...?"

"Her stage name is Delicacy because everybody is going to want a piece of that fine melanin booty. " Eric said rubbing his hands while I looked at him with disgust.

" Well honey you better shake something because I'm after you and I don't need the crowd turned off after your dance. "

As I walked down the hallway I heard someone screaming like they were in pain and the man only glanced in that direction. We neared the stage and he pushed me on as the Dj announced my name.

Man I hope I don't fuck this up..

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Authors note- I don't know if I really feel like writing this story anymore.