"Coraline you're up!" Luann shouted.
Coraline, Cora to her friends sighed desperately wanting to be anywhere but where she was but she needed the money.
"Coming!" she called back, putting the finishing touches on her make-up to hide the bruises left behind from her dick of a boyfriend.
She plastered a fake smile on her face before heading out to where Ima was waiting with a bored look on her bottle blond haired face.
Cora hated working with Ima, knowing that the stuck up bitch would take over the scene meaning that she would get the higher payout. For the hundredth time Cora thought about the debt her poor excuse of a man had racked up, gambling on sports and loosing constantly. He never had money so made sure she took the job working at Cara Cara to fund his out of control habit.
Every time she complained about having to take her clothes off for cash he would find inventive ways to hurt her, always being careful where he left the marks, at least at first. More recently she was convinced he was in deeper than just his bookie as his hits became more callous, more obvious. So much so she was terrified she would loose her job despite how much she hated it.
Ima for once noticed something was up and gave her a look that clearly said "pull yourself together" causing Cora to sigh once again.
Fake smile firmly in place as Luann called "ACTION" Cora inwardly cringed as she was playing naughty nurse to Ima's injured sweetheart. "Oh darlin' what have you gotten yourself into this time?" Cora relayed her lines hoping she wouldn't giggle when she was supposed to be seductive. "Guess I'll just have to help you feel better." she continued beginning to place her hands on Ima, touching places she wished she didn't have to.
She was beyond glad when Luann called "CUT" and congratulated the girls on a scene well done.
What she wasn't expecting was for Ima to grab her arm and pull her back to the dressing rooms. "Seriously Coraline, how much more are you going to take from Brent?" Ima hissed at her.
Cora knew she had to put the biggest act of her life on, Ima may be blond but she wasn't stupid. "I'm sorry I really don't know what you are talking about." she said lying through her teeth and hoped beyond hope that Ima wouldn't call her out on her bullshit.
Ima sighed before telling her "It's your life sweetheart, I just don't want to see him end it when I know exactly who would be willing to help a pretty girl such as yourself out." finishing with a smirk.
Before she could stop herself she snapped back "Oh yeah, who would be dumb enough to help a porn slut like me huh?"
Ima let out a slow breath realising just how little Coraline really thought of herself. "Sweetie, you are stunning, anyone can see that. I wish I looked half a good as you do with your wide green eyes and natural ebony locks, you don't even have to work at your figure girl." she told her hating that she had to spell it out for the girl but she was tired of standing by and doing nothing. She might come across as a dumb blond bimbo but she was far from it. She handed Cora her number before leaving seeing as they were both done for the day.
Cora picked up her pay packet from Luann who hugged her as she left, not noticing the wince she gave as she held her a bit too tight. She counted the cash and sighed knowing she was going to be in for it. She had $2000 on her but however much she took it was never enough.
What she failed to see as she carefully climbed into her car was the curly haired man sat on a bike, watching her every move. As she drove away he called Jax "We got to do something man, Ima was right, that asshole she's with is hitting her." satisfied Jax was in agreement he pulled out and headed back to the clubhouse.
Cora pulled in to the unremarkable house she called home and was not a bit surprised to see a strung out Brent waiting for her. Without a word she handed him the cash and moved to walk past him wanting nothing more than a relaxing bath.
She didn't see the anger on his face, only felt the pain of his hand slapping the back of her head. "What the fuck is this?" he screamed shoving the $2000 in her face. She started to answer but apparently that was the wrong thing to do as he lost it then, kicking and punching until she was a heap of damaged flesh on the floor.
She must have blacked out as he wasn't in the house when she opened what little she could of her eyes.
Remembering she had Ima's number she brokenly reached for her cell and dialled the last person she ever thought would come to her aid.
Ima had just settled on her sofa with a large glass of wine when her cell rang. Wary at the unknown number she hesitantly answered to be met with nothing but broken sobs. Immediately knowing it was Coraline she hung up and dialled Jax. All she said when he answered was "It's bad Jax".
Instantly Jax called Tig and with the information Juice had gotten on Coraline Walker sped to the house listed in her name.
Tig cursed when they pulled up at the house, spotting the wide open door. They both pulled their guns and silently moved to the house, checking corners for the asshole with Tig wishing he was home so he could hurt him as much as he had the raven haired beauty.
Tig sucked in a breath when he saw the damage he had done to her and gave Jax a look that clearly conveyed he wanted his head on a stick.
With a gentleness foreign to the man he scooped up the broken woman and whispered into her ear "You are more than a cash cow sweetheart, I've got you now and I will never let you go."
