Chapter 1:
Chi-Chi's POV (her story)
I always wanted the perfect life like everyone else. I guess some people have the luck. All my life I had to fight to survive. If you look up struggle in the dictionary, you'll see my picture. My name is Chi-Chi and this is my story. I was born November 5, 1995. My mother was drug addict when I was a baby, so my father took care of me the majority of the time. He would always try to get her help, but apparently Meth and Cocaine was more important than our family. He divorced her when I was 2 years old and he had full custody of me. After the divorce, everything was great until my father passed away 3 years later from a car accident we was in. I ended up being fine but he wasn't. After my father passed away, I moved in with my aunt and her alcoholic boyfriend because my mother was in jail. Ever since my father died, my life continued to be a struggle. As I became a teenager, my aunt's boyfriend became more sexually attracted to me. He would try to grab my butt, he would sneak and watch me take off my clothes and he would always tell me that he wants to fuck the shit out of me. Whenever I would tell my aunt, she would just laugh and say that he's only joking. School was also a challenge for me. My peers would always spread rumors about me saying that I'm a whore and that I fucked teachers who I never knew existed. I was just a shy girl who just wanted a normal life. I would constantly skip school because I was tired of being judged. One night while I was getting out of the shower, my aunt's boyfriend came home drunk and violent. I quietly went into my room and locked the door in fear that he would try to rape me. I heard him storming upstairs and I can hear him screaming my name. He tried to open my door, but it was locked. He kicked my door a few times until it finally swung open. He got ontop of me to try to have sex with me and all I could do is scream out for help. My aunt wasn't home so I prayed that the neighbors heard me since we lived in a row house. Luckily, one of my neighbors did hear me and called 911. When the police came, they arrested my aunt's boyfriend. My aunt came home as soon as they put handcuffs on him. She was very angry at me for getting her boyfriend arrested and blamed me for his arrest just like she blamed me for sending my mother to jail. After that happened, my father's mother took in me and changed my life around. I was a straight A student, I was active in clubs and sports, I had my first real boyfriend and I finally had real friends. I graduated from high school with a GPA of 3.97. I thought life was finally going to turn around for me until my father's mother got cancer. Each year, her cancer gotten worse and worse. We didn't have much money and my retail job wasn't paying me good money. By the time I was 20, she passed away. I was basically homeless. My job fired me because they had to cut back on budget. My boyfriend broke up with me after he found out that I was homeless and jobless. He just threw away years of our relationship. I guess when shit really goes down, people show their true feelings. I was homeless for about 2 years until my friend Bulma got her own apartment and let me live with her. She was able to get me into her job…however it wasn't the type of job I wanted. But I was desperate. She works a strip club called Nessa's Burlesque House. Bulma said she knows the owner of the strip club, he goes by the name of Mr. Roshi. He instantly hired me as soon as he saw me. I've been a stripper ever since then. I'm 23 years old with nothing to offer but my body….well that's what the men would tell me. I wanted to get out of this hell hole but I didn't know how to. All I want is a normal life style. I want to get married, have kids and live in a two story house with a picket fence. But how can I get that if people only see me as a stripper?