Chapter Three
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I walked to the backstage and went straight to the dressing rooms, I grabbed my lacy bra and unclipped it, taking it off I put my baggy shirt on and I took my heels off along with my lacy underwear. I put on my original underwear and pants then I put my hoodie on and threw my stripper outfits in a bag. I tied the bag and put my high heels on then I left the changing room, the bag in my hands. After that I left the strip club and took the back roads to my house, I am walking of course.
I was walking for about 2 minutes when I felt a hand grab my shoulder, sending chills down my spine and not the bad ones either.
"Why are you all alone?" The owner of the hand asked, his voice deep and rough.
"Because I don't like people." I answered in a 'duh' tone.
"Do you live around here?"
"No, I live all the way in China." I said sarcastically.
He ignored my sarcasm and asked another question. "Do you need help?"
I looked down at myself and furrowed my eyebrows. "Bro, I am not crippled."
Yet again, he ignored my statement but his gaze turned to what's in my hands. "What's in the bag?"
"Erm..." I didn't feel like telling him I'm a stripper, that's just embarrassing. Besides he might call me repulsive... "Nothing. Nothing's in the bag."
"You hesitated."
"You got kicked in the balls."
"No I di-"
I interrupted him by turning to face him and just as I was about to kick him in the balls he grabbed my ankle before I could even reach it and I fell on my butt with him still holding my foot.
I looked up and expected to see his face but it was covered by a mask plus his hood was up.
The f**k?
"W-who are you?" I asked, trying not to stutter and sound scared but I failed. I was absolutely terrified of him because he looks like he could be a killer from the purge with the way he's dressed.
I didn't get a response, instead, he dropped my foot and held his hand out for me to take. I took his hand and I felt sparks shoot down my arm, I let go instinctively but fell again.
He then reached his hand out for me again and this time I ignored the sparks as he pulled me up, fast yet smoothly. When I was standing up I got a glance at his eyes before he quickly turned his head.
Does he not want me to see his eyes?
From what I saw they're a bright emerald green color but I didn't have time to see what kind of emotion he was feeling.
I then realized we were still holding each other's hand so I pulled back, turning around and leaving him as quick as I could but before I managed to leave I faintly heard him whisper something,
"I'll have you soon, my love."
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I pulled my keys out of my pocket and put them in the lock, twisting it, the door clicked and I opened it.
Walking in, I turned the lights on and shut the door behind me, locking it. You see I usually don't lock my doors when I'm home but after I ran into that creepy guy I decided tonight's the night to lock them.
I sighed, walking to the kitchen and setting the keys on the table. I turned all the lights on and walked up the stairs to take a shower.
I walked into my bedroom and took my hoodie off, looking at myself in the body mirror.
I still had my makeup on but it was smudged, my hair was knotted and looked like a rats nest (my hair gets knotted easily), my shirt was extremely baggy which hid my disgusting body, and my jeans were baggy too which also hid my body.
You never would've guessed that I am a stripper from what I wear on a daily basis. I never show my curse of a body to anyone, especially after the incident.
The only reason I'm a stripper is because I need the money. Once I get enough money I could pay for the medicine and get rid of it once and for all.
That's why whenever I'm stripping I always cover my neck with my hair, luckily nobody's ever spotted it.
I have to get rid of it soon or else it could kill me.
I looked at myself one last time before turning on my heel and walking to the bathroom.
When I got to the bathroom I took all my clothes off and I moved my hair away from my neck, looking at the horrible mark in the mirror.
It has been on me since I was 12 but it doesn't look any better. It causes me pain everyday and I could die if I don't pay for the medicine soon.
But there's one thing I know for sure.
I loathe wolves.
- Writer
