The Only Way our Love Could Survive

Chpt 8

I walk home with $127 dollars in my purse and take a step into the door.

"Hey sugar plum." a voice says.

Louis poke shod head out of the kitchen to send me a wink. "How was work?" he asks me.

"Good." I laugh knowing my 'work' sucks because I'm a freaking stripper.

"What is it again?"

Crap, I can't tell him-

"Tell me what?" he asks walking into the living room.

I must of said that out loud.

"Please don't get mad, because this um type of work um. It gets guys attention.." I mumble.

He raising a eyebrow at me and I begin to cry.

"I'm a stripper!" I sob to him.

He looks at me with disgust and walks back into the kitchen without saying a word. I walk in and try to convince him it's fine. It doesn't work.

"Louis I NEED the money!" I cry.

"You could find a better job that pays the same amount!" he says while reading the newspaper, waiting for the pasta to finish.

"Does other jobs get you 130 dollars a day!?" I scream.

He looks up and looks at me up and down.

"At least other jobs don't include having boys stare at you!" he yells back.

I cry more and realize I'm not good enough to do anything anymore.

"Louis I'm SORRY! But I need the money to keep my house! My car! My food! My clothes! Please understand!" I sob to him.

"The sad part is, I understand you need the money, I don't understand why you get it that way." he laughs then turns serious.

"I'm leaving." he says then walks out the two large doors.

"No! Louis please come back! LOUIS!"

I grab his wrist and he turns around.

"Does Puck know?" he asks me.

I search for the kind loving Louis I knew only 15 minutes ago.

"No." I stutter, looking in his hazel eyes, he looks down at me.

"You have no right to do what you do."

"I made 100 dollars today." I tell him. "I stopped this, I wouldn't of met you." I tell him still gripping his wrists.

He looks at me, then pulls his hands away.

"I'll meet you in hell Crystal." he says then walks away.

***

I walk into glee club to see all eyes on me.

"Leave." Mr. Schue says.

"What?" I spit.

"Why don't want people like you in glee club. Get a normal job." Marley chokes on laughter.

"Your joking?" I ask them.

"No we aren't." says Mr. Schue.

"I just don't understand why."

I turn around to see Puck staring at me.

I look at him and freeze, tears forming in my eyes water splashes around my face.

"Puck please." I say walking towards him.

He takes a step back.

"Your no sister of mine." he says then leaves.

I collapse on the floor sobbing. Soon enough the bell rings and everyone walks out. I grab Louis foot and look at him through tears.

"You did this to me!" I cry. "YOU RUINED ME!" I cry even louder.

"I didn't know they would kick-"

"I hate you Louis Tomlinson! YOU HEAR ME? I HATE YOU!" I scream at him through tears I see his eyes get puffy, but then he walks out.

***

I walk out of the school to find a beautiful girl with short blonde hair wave to me.

"Do I know you?" I ask while walking up to her.

"I'm Quinn Fabre." she laughs looking at me.

We take a sit down by the bench.

"I know what your going through." she smiles warmly at me. "when I got pregnant, my parens kicked me out." she says looking at her hands. "and um... My dad got furious and for you, it's Puck. Im so sorry." she says.

"Everyone knows. I mean EVERYONE!" I scream in public.

She looks at me shocked but I don't care.

"I don't know why, no one is trying to help you through this..." she says.

"Maybe because I'm a stripper." I laugh. She laughs along with me.

"Look, I'm not saying you should quit, but I'm saying, do what's right." she says then walks away.

***

"GET OUT!" my instructor screams.

I walk out to find men screaming 'Jasmine, Jasmine' I flip them off but a hand grabs my wrist.

"Can I have a lap dance sugar?" a drunken man says.

Sugar, that's what Louis used to call me...

I look into the mans hazel eyes and slap him.

"YOUR JUST AS BAD AS I AM LOUIS!" I yell in his face.

I run out, tears in my face. Glad that I quit though.

I run out into the dark without a car. My friend Kenna drove me here because she had to pickup her younger brother from the club.

Cold, without a proper jacket on, its a cold day in March. I see two blinding lights in front of me but I know the driver doesn't see me, no one could in the dark here.

I just stand there waiting for it to happen, waiting for my life to flash before my eyes like what the people say.

A hand clamps around my mouth and I bite it, the hand let's go because it's getting pulled away, I realize I'm laying on the sidewalk looking at Quinn, who lays on the ground, with the car on top of her.

***

"PLEASE LET ME SEE HER!" I beg the nurse at the hospital.

"There's nothing to see, she's in a coma." she says trying to calm me down.

"But she saved me! I was about to get run over but she saved me!" I cried on the counter.

"Please! I need too!" I sob into my hands.

"Fine." she sighs.

She leads me down the hall and into a room labeled 2B. I walk inside to see Quinn, on a bed, having tubes stuck into her. I walk over face stained with tears. I hold her hand and cry.

"Please, please say something." I beg.

I hear a mumble and my face lights up.

"QUINN!" I say tears racing down my cheeks again.

"Sorry, that was me on the phone." the nurse says.

I turn around to see her looking guilty. She walks out and I cry. And cry and cry.

"Why Quinn?" I sob into the seat next to her.

"It should of been me." I mumble against her hand. "it should of been me."