~Diary Of A Diva queen~

what kind of job do you do?

BANG BANG BANG!

'Ughh what'? I walked over to the Door and yanked it open to see my landlord.

'Stacy you said you'll pay your rent today'!

'Yea I did but I'm getting paid today and I start my shift in a hour'

'Ok when do you Finnish'?

'4am' I stuttered out

'WHAT'! What kind of job do you do'?

'Well uhh.. I'm ..a stripper at the blue moon'

'Ugh ok then have it handed in by 8am the latest' he said awkwardly and backed away slowly and walked down the stairs.

*HOUR LATER*
I came out of my apartment and walked down the damp moldy stairs. I walked out of the door and started walking to work. I backed ached as I shifted the bag on my shoulder full of shoes and a few outfits. I guess my job wasn't that bad, it payed the bills, put a roof over my head and dinner on the table, well most weeks. The only thing I hated was the pervy men who would get too handsy, or the fact of when men would go to get dollar bills from their wallets you'd see a picture of them with their wives and kids. Those type of men were mid 40's and would look exhausted from work, it always made me wonder why they would come here, but if it wasn't for all these lonely old men I wouldn't have a roof over my head.

My life wasn't the best, I guess you could say I hated it. My last proper boyfriend, Dylan, he wasn't much all he'd do is sit home and smoke weed.

(Start of flashback)

We was together ever since high school, he was a year older than me which my parents didn't like, they tried their hardest to ban me from seeing him but I loved him too much. When a month before I turned 18,  I gave my parents the proposition of me moving him in with him, there was a big argument. They was disgusted with me, so I packed my belongings and moved in Dylan's apartment, so I guess you could say I ran away..in the middle of the night It wasn't exactly a palace, in fact it was kind of a dump but I was with him, our own place, I felt that wherever I was with him it was home.

He never told me how he got the money to pay the rent or for his motor bike, well the bike used to be his uncles but all he'd ever say was that he got the money from money his grandad left him. One day I found out that he earned his money pimping girls out and selling drugs. I was okay with the drugs but pimping out girls... it turned out he slept with some of the girls too. I loved him dearly but he broke my heart, there was a big argument, he promised me he would quit the pimping and sleeping around with other girls and like a fool I trusted him. I could say he quit all that for 2 months and then I found out again. I started to pack my bags, Dylan was high and out of it, he started to shout at me saying that I was being selfish and taking him for granted. I argued back of course pointing out all his flaws but that just made him more mad, I was heading for the door and he yanked my arm towards him he started to kiss me, I pulled away from him saying "fuck off Dylan your worthless and a lie and a cheat and I wished I never laid eyes on you" and as clear as I can remember, he hit me. He hit me again, I felt so weak I felt my knees give way, I can remember Dylan catching me. The next day I woke up on our shared bed I got up, looking into the mirror and seeing the black eye and the bruise on my arm he left. I remember next Dylan coming in with flowers and apologizing.

From then those next 2 months were spent arguing and Dylan hitting me and endless apologies., I was scared of him, scared to leave. Until one night, it was valentines night and we had a good day, we had just had sex; Dylan had just rolled over and fell asleep, I gave it a few minutes before grasping the bottle of cloraphorm and a rag. I soaked the rag. Climbed onto Dylan straddling his hips, he seemed to of woken up a little "mmmm up for round two are we babe?", I remember rocking on him moaning but his eyes were still shut, as I straddled him feeling his hardness, slowly leaning down to his face. It was so sudden, I smacked his face with the cloth, he started to scream and I felt his hands tighten the grip around my waist.

Silence. He was passed out on the bed, unfortunately still breathing. I didn't have much time. I remember entering the code to the safe taking out all the money, and grabbing the packed bag I already had made up that was in the closet, I put on some jeans and shirt. I ran to the door, I stood in the door way, gasping for air, I looked back to the run down apartment. I felt a tear roll down my eye. Freedom. I ran out the apartment building and got onto Dylan's bike that I planned to ditch half way to the airport. Since then I never planned to go back.

(end of flashback)

A tear rolled down my eye as thinking about that horrible part of my life. I wiped it away looking up and seeing that work was in eyesight. I walked towards the entrance seeing joe the security guy, he was a built up guy covered in tattoos, when people saw him they get scarce as he looks like he could beat someone up for breathing, but no joe was so nice and is a gentleman. He cares greatly for all women who work here.He gave me a smile, "looking good oconor" he said, "not looking bad yourself joe, how's your kids?" I replied. he gave a chuckle "they are good, but damn triplets are the worst thing to have when you are trying to sleep", "aw I bet they aren't that bad", "well you try sleeping for a night shift when you have 3 screaming toddlers, but they are heaven" he smiled in response. I smiled back and nodded "well give dian my best joe" "will do, have a good shift stace" I nodded and walked into the double doors joe opened for me and walked into the back rooms, time to start this lousy shift.