𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖉𝖗𝖚𝖌𝖘 | 𝖒𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 (𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉 )

2 - life is a bitch

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June 13th. Today is my eighteenth birthday. But I still had to work.

I had moved in with my best friend, I will never forget the day she picked me up after the falling incident. She was so nice to me, helping me in every single way possible, such as taking care of my child. Even going as far as renting an apartment for us.

She was my life saver. She took me under her wing and guided me through all the tough times, even when we were little she would help me.

F L A S H B A C K

"Areum! I already told you to not worry, your mom won't even notice," Suyeon kindly smiled at me while softly taking my right hand and holding it tight in hers.

"Thank you for worrying Suyeon I really appreciate your help...but don't you think I should tell my mom I ruined it?" I sighed out in defeat, there was no way I could salvage my bag from all the mud that was stuck to it.

Chris, this one boy in my class had been bullying me for a while because of my lisp. So he threw my bag in the mud, it was a bag that my mom had to work extra hours for. It was expensive.

"You just have to put it in the- wait, I have a plan! My mom can buy you a new one so that your mom doesn't notice," her face was full of delight as she spoke those words.

"You would do that?" Glee was written all over me.

"It's almost your birthday, you're turning 12 which is like a lot!" She replied to me and pulled me into a warm, motherly hug.

E N D O F F L A S H B A C K

That was six years ago, and to this day she still has the same personnality.

My makeup for tonight wasn't looking very good, my stripper clothes weren't the highest in quality. Making it very tough to dance without ripping the fabric.

I could find a new job, but I never completed my studies because of my pregnancy. Leaving me with no diploma and no experience.

I packed away my things in the locker, before walking out onto the stage.

I checked in with the DJ, to make sure he played the song I wanted before making an appearance.

Before I got on stage, I took a deep breath. A much needed time to relax and shake off all of my insecurities and worries.

           You can do this!

The song started playing and I quickly climbed up the stairs to the stage, my moves were graceful and sensual. My hands were wrapped around the metallic pole, making me spin slowly.

Men were throwing money onto where I was dancing, only dollar bills though. That was the bad part about being a stripper, every night, the amount of money you made was different.

There are good nights and bad nights. We just have to accept it and continue to dance.

When I was about to do a pole trick, I heard a loud sound coming from right behind me.

It sounded like a balloon popped, or a bag of popcorn.

People were running out of the club, some were ducking down with their hands over their heads.

Perhaps the ceiling had collided?

What I didn't expect was to see a man sitting lazily in the black, red velvet seats. Those were reserved for the VIP guests who wanted more than one stripper to give them a lap dance.

This man in particular though was lifeless in his seat, with a bullet wound on his forehead goozing out thick, dark red blood.

A feeling of disgust rose in my stomach, making me feel anxious and very scared.

My eyes were big, my hands were shaking, knees were weak. I turned around from the scene, I couldn't watch the man bleed out any longer.

My legs wouldn't budge, I was stuck in place. It felt like my body had given up and didn't want to move.

All of a sudden, a few boys came crashing through the back door, their car was fully decked out and protected. This was planned.

Glass was shattered everywhere, flying through the air and hitting innocent people.

I was still standing on the stage, this time I felt a sharp pain traveling up from my leg.

BLOOD.

So much blood. It was making me nauseous just by looking at it.

My legs gave out on me, making me fall and hitting the back of my head on the corner of the stage.

"Chris! You just shot a stripper are you fucking stupid?"

My eyes felt heavy, I felt like all of the blood in my body had drained i just wanted to sleep.

"Oh crap! Wait I know her!"

A manly voice spoke, I felt myself being carried by someone. Those were the last words I heard before passing out.

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