Dark and Dangerous

American Hustle

Demi's POV

"There's no need to," I glared and punched Harry in the nose.

"Damn, demi, it's not what it looks like," he groaned, holding his bloody and most likely broken nose.

"Oh really, this is just like college," I shouted, "you've got two dumb whores all over you!"

"Um... we're Zayn's sisters and we were trying to get Harry back to the table," the older looking girl said.

Oops.

"I'm sorry, as you can see, I'm pregnant, this asshole gives me all kinds of trouble and I'm having a fucking meltdown," I babbled.

"It's fine, I can see why you would think that," the younger one smiled.

They let go of harry, causing him to fall on the floor. he groaned in pain, stumbling onto his feet. He looked at me, holding his nose, and sat.

"You've got a killer right hook," Harry whined.

"No shit," I grumbled and sat.

"Demi, I'm sorry,"

Harry tried to grab my hand, but I flinched away. I looked at my swollen stomach and thought. what if Harry acts like this when the twins are born? what if he's like my father? my heart breaks at the thought of Harry hitting two little girls with chocolate curls and green eyes. The thought is so terrifying and sad, that I felt tears well up in my eyes.

"Demi, I'm sorry that I keep doing this to you," Harry spoke, "I love you, but I ruin everything for you. everything I do just breaks you, and pretty soon you'll be beyond repair."

"What are you saying?" I cried.

he handed me a plane ticket. what the hell is this? is he breaking up with me? what will I do about the twins?

"I'm not good for you or the babies, so you're going to take this, and go live a good life. without me," Harry explained.

"No, I don't care. I can't raise two kids by myself and I love you. I need you to stay strong for me," I cried.

"Your stuff is already packed," Harry stated.

His voice was so emotionless, like he didn't even care that I was leaving. he is basically shipping me off. I don't know what happened. I don't even think I can travel.

"Harry, i can't move to America. I can't even travel," I said.

"You need to get away from me, before I hurt you or do something stupid like last time."

Harry stood from the table and began to stumble away. I stood and quickly caught him before he could do anything stupid.

"Harry, get your ass in my car so we can go home," I commanded.

Harry sighed, but eventually got in my car. that's right you fuck. I can't help but wonder why he feels that way.

"When we get home you are going to explain to me why you're acting so weird," I stated.

I looked at Harry and saw that he was passed out. when we got home, I somehow got him in the house without difficulty. I hope that it wasn't my father. he tends to threaten my boyfriends and tell them to leave me not matter what the consequences would be.

I don't see how I would be able to live in America with two children.

Flash forward~

I walked into the loud building and waited to get instructions from my boss. he's gay, but he said that I've got a killer body. he hired me pretty much on the spot. he even paid for my child care just so I would take the job.

"You're up next, go get 'em guh!" Tyler squealed, slapping my bum.

I quickly changed into a black lace bra with matching panties and a pair of bright red heels. I took a quick look in the mirror and messed up my hair a bit. it took me a while to get back in shape, but I did, so this shouldn't be a problem.

"And now, give it up for Lolly!" A voice boomed.

As I was walking on the stage, my song came on.

No money, no family

Sixteen in the middle of Miami

Sixteen in the middle of Miami

Sixteen in the middle of Miami

I been out all night

Tryna get that rich

I been work work work work

Workin' on my shiiiiit

I did a quick twirl around the shiny gold pole and gyrated my body earning shouts. I turned so that my ass was facing the crowd and did something called "twerking", which had all the perverts throwing American money at me.

I finished by doing a few flips and landing in the splits, which I didn't think I could do. I ran off the stage to shower and get my money so that I could pick up Darcy and Sydney.

I walked up to Tyler who was standing there in shock.

"Girl, where did you learn to move like that?"

"I've been a stripper before," I smiled.

"Well, you've got all kinds of offers for private shows, fucking celebrities are here trying to get a piece of that fine ass of yours," Tyler screamed. "speaking of, Cameron Dallas and the Magcon boys sure liked you."

"Who is Cameron Dallas?" I asked.

"Ooh girl, his is this fine-ass mother-fucker with a six pack and everything. you need to take that piece of booty and let him have some fun so he will get off of my ass," Tyler whined.

"Point him out," I stated.

Tyler pointed over to a relatively tall guy with brown hair in a quiff. by the looks of it, he's pretty muscular and I need some action before I go mental, so I'll take it.

"Hurry girl, before he runs away," Tyler pressed.

"Tyler, I've got to get my kids," I said, shaking my head.

"You'll get paid about double for private shows."

I thought about this, I could get a better apartment with furniture and everything. I could buy baby food and everything that I need with this money. maybe I should do this. then, I realized how much I missed Harry. I can't let that stop me. he chose fame over me anyway, so why am I even so hung up over him?

Oh well, Cameron Dallas, here I come.