I'm not a Pole Dancer. I am a Performer.

The Escape.

After I had said goodbye to Kyle and after getting my breath back, I snuck into the house at quarter to 4 in the morning. This is the usual time I get in because Im a night owl not an early bird like my mom and dad. Another reason why I quit ballet and college - early mornings. Wake me up earlier than 10 and prepare to get your head ripped off. I managed to undress and roll into bed without making much noise. Over the years I have become a ninja when it comes to sneaking around at the early hours of the morning. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out for the count. I might have had a few too many again but probably because I was shitting myself about the pole dancing thing. I cant believe I agreed to do it. I was going to embarress myself and make myself look like an idiot in front of a club full of people. I couldn't pole dance. I was alright making myself look like an idiot in front of my friends, but not in front of random strangers. I would have to tell Bambi that Im not doing it.

"BROOKLYN HARPER IF YOU DONT GET DOWN HERE IN THE NEXT MINUTE IM KICKING YOU OUT THIS INSTANT!" My dad yelled furiously up the stairs. Uh oh. What have I done now? I looked at the clock. 12:45. Oops. My head pounded as the room started to spin arounf me. Ugh I felt like shit. I could hear my mom telling dad to calm down but she still sounded pretty pissed off. I pulled on my hot pink bath robe before venturing into hell downstairs. I looked round the corner and saw what had caused all the madness. 

"You are in so much trouble young lady! How dare you think its acceptable to stomp around my house at stupid times in the morning and think its ok to break my things!" My mom yelled pointing at the floor. Oops. Its seem I wasn't such a night time ninja. I had knocked over a lamp on the way in which caused a chain reaction, leading to the very expensive 3D television to be smashed into pieces on the marble floor. I could see my dad shaking in anger in the kitchen. 

"Well?! What do you have to say for yourself?!" 

"Uh...Im sorry? I got a bit drunk and..."

My dad suddenly exploded. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU PISSING MY MONEY AWAY ON ALCOHOL AND WAKING EVERYONE UP WHEN YOU WALK IN HERE OFF YOUR FACE AND DESTROYING MY PROPERTY"

"I dont see the point in a 3D television anyway. Their just showing off." I didnt know what I was saying. I was just shaking. I had never seen my dad get this angry before. Well maybe once or twice.

"It not about the television darling. You cant live here spending all your father's cash forever can you?"

"Im looking for a job I promise! Im your daughter, you supposed to look after me! Im just living a life for fucks sake!" I sighed fustrated in my defense. They make me sound like a lazy good for nothing bitch.

"Get out." Dad muttered angrily under his breath.

"Sweetheart please, just hang on a minute"

"I SAID GET OUT! I GAVE YOU A CHANCE AND YOU MESSED IT UP, SO NOW YOU CAN GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"FINE! I CANT FUCKING STAND IT HERE ANYWAY YOU STUPID FAT BASTARD!"

"OUT!"

We were now both furiously yelling mindlessley at eachother, my dad on the brink of a heart attack. I went to my room and packed everything into my big suitcase and everything else I needed into bin bags. I had enough. I didnt want to go but I had had enough of my dad controlling my life when Im 18. Im an adult, I dont need to be told of like Im a toddler. I dragged everything out the front door and started storming down the road, my mom chasing me crying. I stopped for a second to let her catch up. 

"Dont go sweetheart please. He'll change his mind once he's calmed down. He's only angry because he had been waiting to watch his new 3D movie for ages now" My mom cried, her eyes welling up. 

"No. I love you mom, but Im not a kid anymore" I growled, and after giving her one last hug, I walked off to the bottom of the road. I saw the neighbours watching but I didnt care. I was free. I got out my phone and got Kyle to come fetch me as soon as possible. I got out a fag and tried to calm myself down but I was shaking too much. By the time Kyle came round, I was a wreck. Like a knight in shining armour, he came and rescued me from the sidewalk and put all my things in the back of his car and carried me to the passenger seat.

"You okay?" Kyle asked as we were driving towards his apartment. He was lucky to be able to afford his own place, and he had been begging me to come live with him for months, but my dad wouldn't allow it. 

"I will be soon" I replied shakily. Kyle grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight and I knew everything would be okay. I was free. Kyle switched on his CD player and my favourite Paramore song came on. As soon as I we hauled all my stuff up to the top floor where Kyle's apartment was, I was exhausted. I was still nursing my hangover. Kyle didn't live on his own. He lived with Sam, which meant Bambi was living here too and she was sat watching the tv by the time we arrived. Sam was at work.

"Brook! Hey honey whats up! You look like hell" Bambi walked up to me, wrapping her arms tightly around until I couldnt breath.

"Ive just had a major argument with the parents so they kicked me out." I couldnt be bothered to go over the whole story. Like its any of her business anyway, I only met her yesterday.

"Oh honey, dont you worry, you live with us now, and anything you need you can ask for. Were flat mates now!" Bambi squealed excitedly. Unfortunatley I didnt feel the same level of excitement as her. After Kyle had made me a good old cup of tea, and asked if I was okay the millionth time, Kyle went back to work. He works at a video store in town but his boss is awesome so he lets Kyle take it easy for good money. Every job Ive had, my boss has been like Mr Burns from the Simpsons but worse. 

"So you ready for tonight? I cant wait to get you dancing like a pro on that pole!" 

Oh no. I had totally forgot.

"Im not sure, you know after everything thats happened today. I dont have the energy" I made up a quick excuse. There was no way she was getting me to pole dance.

"Its fun, I swear. Have a few drinks first and BAM your dancing like a pro. All it takes is confidence and a hot body, and you're definitley not short on that" 

"We'll see" I mumbled to shut her up. 

"I know, lets have a girly make over session, and have a bit of fun then we will see how you feel. But honestly, Kyle and Sam have been well excited about seeing you dancing!" Bambi added. I didnt like the sound of a girly make over session with someone with obviously too much makeup, but what the hell, its not like a got an opinion in the matter. I know that even if I chain myself to the front door begging not to go, I'll somehow end up being kidnapped by Bambi and forced to dance on that bloomin' pole. So why bother arguing. Could be a laugh.