"Welcome to Allure"
Life itself is hard as it is.
It becomes even harder when you're left alone to care for your younger sister.
Shailene will do whatever it takes to properly provide for her sister. And the need to do so places her in a difficult l...
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THE EXOTIC DANCER CHAPTER 012✔ "Intimidation"
Megan rushes up the stairs past me, making her way into and through the small hallway. Towards the bathroom where she tells me to begin gathering toiletries. I packed up everything i could as quick as i could, the sound of shouting beginning to ring from downstairs.
An intoxicated Owen shouting out Magan's name at the top of his lungs. I care so much about Max that worry instantly fills my heart. Even with that gun i know he has on his belt i still worry. I hope in the end it doesn't come to him having to pull it, but if its for his protection i do wonder how much i would protest in the moment.
I know he can handle himself, dealing with aggressive drunks kind of comes with the territory of owning a place like Allure. I know he could take care of Owen without such weapons.
I shake my head lightly, snapping out of my thoughts before making my way from the bathroom and to the bedroom where Megan begins packing clothes up as fast as she can.
"Everything on the dresser is mine." She says pointing to the left od me.
I turn towards the cream colored dresser and begin to clear is off, laying everything inside the bag i am holding with as much care as i can muster up. Not wanting to break her stuff.
A small little music box fitting in last as i tie the now full bag up tight.
It was always so surprising to me how peoples lives could be tossed into bags or boxes and carried out of homes.
Your entire being or livelihood could fit in a couple trash bags and be taken away.
I watch as Megan stands up tall, glancing around the room to see if she has gotten everything. "I guess that's it." She says with a content look.
She grabs her own bag, carrying it along with her and out of the room as we both make our way back to the staircase. I call out Max's name so he knows we are coming. Wanting the situation going on downstairs to be handled before we go down.
I follow her down the stairs just as Max pushes Owen back from the staircase and through the doorway to the living room, quickly disappearing out of my sight.
I pay no attention to what he is bellowing, i only watch Megan. Trying my best to usher her out of the house as quickly as possible.
Through the door and back outside we rush over to the truck, tossing the bags into the bed.
Im the first to crawl up and into the truck, holding my hand out for her to take as an attempt to help her in when her head turns back to the house. "The watch." She whispers under her breath before sprinting away.
