#BeforeMyEyes
Part 1:
Melanie's P.O.V
Its 7 am when I reach my house. The sun hit me like my momma would hit me if she knew what I was up too. I had the life growing up everyone could possibly want till 10 years ago. My parents got a divorce and my dad passed away in a car accident. I do not have no kids and never want to. I open up the fridge for my meal for the morning. A cup of orange juice and bread n cheese. Shit it aint a good meal but it will do till then. I often didnt eat right do to my job which often demanded me to come in early and leave beyond our time. The club was my only option. I told my mama I wanted to go to Florida by myself. She put alot of faith into me for letting me go. If she only knew half the shit. I definitely would not change a thing. Being a stripper is worth the money. I be coming home with money like I got six figures in my bank account. After I finish my food I take my clothes off and hop in the shower. The smell of my favorite soap helps me forget about the musty smell people have at the club. Some just be smelling like wet news paper while the other just smell like WTF. But hey I deal with it because it pays my bills. I get out the shower to only end up sleeping.
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Before my Eyes
Non-FictionMelanie would have never expected one accident would change her life. Stuck between survival and what is expected of her. She will be challenged by those who know her and life itself.
