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"Damn bitch what the fuck happen to yo face?" said my friend Tasha as she saw me walk in the smelly locker room.
"You in my business don't that" I said rolling my eyes as I plopped down in the chair beside her.
I could feel her staring at me, judgin me about ready to say something but I was too busy cringing at my face in the mirror that was littered in bruises to focus on her.
"Bitch!"
"I-i am sorry E-East" I said screaming when he pushed me off of him. "It was accident baby please."
I knew I fucked up but as soon as he moaned that bitch's name all bets were off.
Something just snapped
"Candy your up in 5!"
I finished up with the last touches to my makeup and gave my self a once over in the cracked mirror making sure my bruised eye and busted lip were covered.
I picked the rolled dolla bill and snorted what was left in the small plastic bag that Tasha left me. Leaning back in the creaky chair I could slowly feel my high start to wash over me.
For the rest of the night I went around giving dances, making my money the only way I knew how. My body
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Am fucking exhausted, all I want to do is go home and sleep. My feet were killing me as I changed from my heels to a pair of ugg slides. "Bye Tasha am leaving for the night," I waved at her leaving through the back entrance to quickly get to my car.
I took my keys out my pocket, opening the car door getting in and throwing my duffle bag into the passenger seat.
Before I could put the key into the ignition I heard from behind me " So this is why you ain't answerin my phone calls bitch?"
