AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey you guys! I am so sorry that I haven't been able to post for such a long time. Seriously, and for the promises of updating, and then just dropping it, really. But, I am not so busy anymore and I can actually write now! Yay! It's only during the summer that I can. So from now on I can update, and actually write. Hope everyone enjoys this!

P.S. - Every other story of mine is gone, so I'm starting from an empty slate. :) I'm also going to incorporate a verse from Romeo & Juliet that goes with the chapter. However, this story is nothing like the book. Haha, obviously.

"O break,my heart! Poor bankrout, break at once! To prison eyes ; ne'er look on liberty!) - Romeo and Juliet (III. ii. 62-64)


My heart was bouncing around in my chest.

The way it always did before one of these nights. I never knew what was going to happen, how things were going to work out. I was so scared, I wanted to piss in my pants.

I couldn't take it, the pressure, the heat. I wanted to cry. I wanted to bawl my eyes out to someone, anyone. I so frequently wished I had a home, a family, and support base. Anything to keep me on my feet.

But I didn't. I didn't have anyone.

And that's what scared me the most. I couldn't see into the future. I couldn't see myself ten years from now. But, one thing I knew for sure, I was going to escape. I was going to leave behind a past that I would desperately try to forget, but never would. I hope that I could learn from everything that I knew, from the mistakes I made.

That maybe these situations would teach me to be a better human being, to be kind and compassionate.

I close me eyes and took a deep breath.

"It'll be alright," Rosalie whispered in my ear. I nodded and gulped. I still don't understand how she could ever tolerate me. Even consider me her friend.

She smiled at me. I smiled back. I didn't know what else I was supposed to do.

We were behind the little entrance way , getting dressed into our costumes.

Mark walked in with a piece of paper.

"Jennifer, table 1. Victoria, table 2. Missy, table 3. Rosalie, table 4. Samantha, table 5," He kept calling out the names and tables. "And Bella, 11. We're on in 3 minutes guys, don't screw this up." He left the room without another word.

I hated this job. I hated it with a passion.

I couldn't stand what I did. Of course, James was my caretaker and he's the one who forced me to do this. Ever since Charlie and Renee died.

He forced me to be a stripper. I was underage, but no one cared. Every girl here was older than me. Most of them weren't that rich, in fact, some were poor. They had families to support, children to look after. However, neither of them was a day over 24. They couldn't get any other jobs. Rosalie included. I felt so bad, I didn't know what to do. I was forced to make my own money, and even then, James took that away as soon as got home. Whatever was left, I attempted to save it for my college tuition. He was a horrible "guardian." He was a terrible "foster parent." Whatever you want to call it.

I couldn't wait till I was legal so I could get out of this hell hole. I wanted to lead a happy life.

The music came on, and we all got in line in order. Whoever had what table, so initially, I was last.

We walked out, the lights flashing. We did our dance on stage first. The music playing, the crowd cheering (mostly, if not all, males). Afterwards, we "seductively," walked over to our designated tables. There were poles on each table.

Yes, we danced our little kinky dances on those tables.

As I was strutting towards my table, I noticed it was a bunch of guys who were probably in their late twenties.

No matter what age, they were all scum to me.

They smiled as I stepped onto the table.

I had no emotion on my face.

I had to beg Mark to give me the privelege of not stripping all the way. I didn't want to expose my body. So, he let me stop at my undergarments, and I was done for the night. None of them were also allowed to ask to sleep with me. I couldn't wait to get home.

Oh wait, yes I could.

I put both my legs on either side of the pole, slid down, and around so I was upside down.

They were saying dirty, horrible things to me. Things about what they wanted to do to me. This was one of the worst parts of the job.

"Hey sugar let me get some of that," one of the men said, as I took off my heels and threw them. I winked at him, but internally gagged.

Next went my ridiculously short skirt. I wanted to cry.

Hold yourself together, you've been through this a million times.

Yeah, but it'll never get old. I don't want to do this. I told myself.

I wiggled out my skirt, making sure to shake my behind a little. The men, in a drunken stupor cheered me on. I threw that on one of the men's faces, and they laughed.

I blew a kiss, and then licked my lips, looking right at him.

He smiled back. Real big. He then proceeded to tuck a twenty into my panties, making sure he got to touch a little something before he pulled back.

I wanted to slap him, but I tried to keep my cool.

Only a little while longer.

The music was still playing, and I tried to move my hips to the rythym. Still shaking my hips, I lifted my shirt up slowly, twirled around the pole, gave the men a fake giggle and threw the shirt onto one of the guy's laps.

They whistled at my matching mignight blue panties and bra. I wiggled a little, and danced around the pole a little more.

I scanned the big room. I saw other strippers at their tables, but see Mark.

I was getting very frightened. Another guy stuck a 50 dollar bill into my bra. I smiled and winked, trying to act "sexy," giving him an extra little look.

I want to gag on your face, you loser.

I had been working here since 15. It never got old, the shivers of fear, the dirty words, the awkward dances. I was horrible at this, and everyone realized it.

"Hey, when are you going to take the rest off? Come on," a redhead said.

But I'm not supposed to go on.

Then I saw him. Mark was walking over to us.

"Bella, come down please," he said. I smiled, genuinely this time, I was so happy I was done.

"I thought you forgot," I whispered to him. He shook his head.

"Hey! What's going on!?" The began bantering.

"I'm sorry guys, but this one doesn't go any farther. We'll have Rosalie finish it up for you. Rosalie!" Mark yelled.

She was at the bar, serving drinks. I spotted her wiping down a glass. She smiled and walked over to us.

"Damn, she's even hotter! Look at that bod!" They were all so incredibly obnoxious.

Rosalie strutted her hips without even realizing it. She got to our table, and smiled at me.

"Here?" Rosalie asked.

"Yeah," Mark repled.

I sighed in relief that it was over. I began walking away.

"Hey blue!" I stopped. Blue? Was that me? I looked down at my blue undergarment. Yep.

I turned around.

"Back it up a little hun', I'd go all night with you. Promise you'll be satisfied. I'll tie you up too. Make you pop in no time," all the guys roared in laughter as Rosalie began stepping onto the table. She rolled her eyes. I smiled at her, and then looked scathingly at the other men, until Mark gave me a warning face

He wanted return customers, plus, I knew he was already granting me a big favor by never having me strip completely naked and do all the other stuff that the other girls had to do.

I mouthed a 'sorry' at him, and he nodded.

I got changed in the dressing room, so glad that that torture was over.

Now, a new torture was about to begin.


I walked out of the club from the back entrance into the cool air.

Los Angeles was hot, even during spring time, which was right now.

I lagged my bag along, and walked the usual way. This road had creeps sometimes, and I had even caught a few stalking me. I was pretty scared when walking down this road, but what could I do?

I walked a half mile to the bus stop and waited. It was deserted.

The bus would be here in ten minutes. It was 11:30 P.M.

This was a routine I was used to.

When the bus got there, I climbed on. I chose an empty seat in the front. The bus this late had all kinds of wierdos. It was a 15 minute ride back tothe apartment. When I got there, I got off and walked into the building, took the elevator up to the fifth floor, and walked to our door. I used the keys to open it, and walked in.

James was watching T.V.

"Ah, you're here," he said. He was my 33 year old foster dad. Some great guy he was, forcing his "daughter," to do what she did, and then rob her of her money.

"Yeah, I'm here," I replied. Once again, stating the obvious. I handed over $150. Half of what I made that night, the rest was in my pocket.

"Cool. Pizza's in the fridge if you want some."

So I ate the pizza. I studied, finished my homework, and took a hot shower.

I went into my room, and tried getting sleep for school tommorrow.

And as usual, I cried softly into my pillow.

I really hated life.

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