Chloe's Story

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Chloe POV
Hi my name is Chloe Hosterman but nobody knows that. Everybody knows me by Dove Cameron. I'm eighteen years old and I'm a stripper. My whole family died two years ago. That's when I started stripping, it was that or suicide. I'm not gonna tell you how they died though. But me and my sister were really close. When she died life was never the same. Stripping is basically my life from now on. I'll just keep doing it until I can't. I felt like someone was watching me. I looked up and seen a tall brown haired guy looking at me. He had big muscles but he was pretty pale. I shrugged him off and went to my dressing room. I started getting into my outfit. I might as well not be wearing clothes from how much this outfit shows. The owner came over to me and said I was next. I walked out on stage and did my "routine". Although I still felt like I was being watched. Yeah it seems like that makes sense for a stripper. But no it just seemed different. I got into my normal clothes. I said by to my boss and walked out the door. When I went outside. I could've sworn I seen somebody in the shadows. I ran to my car and sped back to my apartment. I've never ran up steps so fast in my life. I locked the front door and went into my bedroom. I'm not normally like this. I usually just tell my boss and he makes me feel safe. But now its like something else. Honestly I think I'm just going crazy. I turn off the light and lay in my bed. Next thing I knew I was asleep.

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