Trying To Keep My Head Up

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Present day.

November 3, 2013

Treys POV

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My name is Trey Chance. I'm 23 years old and make lots of money now because of this girl I use. Yea! I use girls for their money and their pussy. I mean, she thinks I love her and shit, but noooo I don't! I can say though, she is sexy as fuck. Her name is Aubry. We been "dating" for 2 and half years now. I met her passed out on the side walk and took her to my place. I was being overly nice to her ass and clothed her and everything. Shit, that girl owes me! And that's why I use her. I like her though. I mean, she's cool as fuck and got good pussy for real. I've been cheating on her for the longest with some bitch named Stacy. I'm a big ass player. And don't love these hoes! I even got Aubry to be a stripper to get money. I don't feel bad at all about it either. I just play checkers with these hoes and always win with being king!

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Aubry's POV

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Hey my name is Aubry Hart. I'm 22 and my life sucks. I deal with this boy named Trey. He is such a sweetheart but when he doesn't get what he wants he goes crazy. He starts beating me and hitting me. Sometimes he even rapes me. The only person I told was my sister Robyn. She always tells me to leave but i know Trey will change and he loves me a lot. I'm a stripper at a club called Pyramids. Trey told me to be a stripper and I am. I don't like it but I get paper though. I mean I come home every night with 20 thousand dollars and sometimes even more. But I have to give 15 thousand to Trey or he will beat me badly. I love Trey but I'm starting to think about leaving him for good.

I was getting ready to go to the club. I put on my cheetah print bra and panties and some cheetah print heels. I lotioned up and looked in the mirror. I looked sexy like always. Trey walked in with sweatpants and a t-shirt on, while I was putting on my gold hoops earrings. "You going to make some money beautiful?" He said it with a straight face looking up at me. "Yea baby. I do it all for you!" I said smiling and pecking his lips. "Yea whatever" he said rolling his eyes. "What's with your attitude?" I wondered why he was acting this way. He was prolly gonna hit me later on tonight." Shut the fuck up and go to work! I don't got no attitude bitch! Now go make me some fucking money!" He screamed at me. Griping my wrist as hard as he could."Stop yelling! And don't call me a bitch-" By then he smacked me making me fall to the ground. " I'll call you whatever I want to call you hoe! Don't ever talk to me like that again!" He said putting a emphasis on the hoe. I started to cry and I got up and put on my long black trench coat, and got my purse. I didn't have nothing to say to Trey. I'm tired of getting beat on. I can't take being with him anymore. I left out the door going to my silver Camaro. I hopped inside, looked in the rear view mirror and whipped away all my tears. I fixed up my makeup and hair, then started driving to the club. I turned on the radio and listened to Frank Oceans, Pyramids. I jammed to that song.

"Wake up to a girl, for now let's call her Cleopatra.

(Cleopatra)

I watch her fix her hair, then put her panties on in the mirror.

(Cleopatra)

Then your lipstick

(Cleopatra)

Then yo 6 inch heels, catch her

She's heading to the pyramids

She's working at the pyramids tonight

Working at the pyramids"

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