p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"strongHello friends! I'm terribly sorry for basically ditching this story but the good news is I'm going to be redoing it completely very soon! It will be, hopefully, well written, and prompt with updates. I will be posting another update when the redone stories' first chapter is up./strong/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"strongHaley/strong/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"Charlie's POV./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"There is hesitation in every step as I head back to the apartment. The musty mildew smell of the threadbare carpet enters my nose and the peeling wallpaperrepulses me. I quietly creak open the door, no longer needing a key as he broke the lock, hoping the monster wasn't awake yet. It was a stupid mistake, a rookie mistake to forget my subway card. A large bang right next to my ear, followed by a beer bottle shattering crumbled my hope./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""WHERE DO YA THINK URR GOIN YA LITTLE SLUT."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"emShit he's awake, drunk and very angry./embr /"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I, we, umm groceries and ugh-h I need more pills." I stuttered as I noticed my hands starting to shake and minuscule droplets of blood forming on the side of my face from where the grains of glass cut it. "Righhhhttt righht, because YUHRR A LITTLE WHORE WHO NEEDS HER BIRTH CONTROL HAHAHAHA."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"He collapsed into giggles at that. The prick. He was the only one DOING anything to me... downthere. I wouldn't even need birth control if it wasn't for him. At least he didn't call my bluff. He hates my job./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"Finally ceasing his laughter he sobers up and gives me a death glare./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""Wait a second you're gonna come back here RIGHT AWAY. You betta not be goin to that club ya hear? That fine ass of yours is mine and MINE only, ya get that?" He growls before leaning over and grabbing my upper thigh with one grubby hand. His acrid breath lingers the air between us./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"He's disgusting. It isn't my fault I have to 'shake my pretty little ass on stage'. He doesn't do anything to pay the bills forour shabby apartment. I would be in college, or most likely in training to be in the police force had he not held me back from doing ANYTHING with my life. He put me in this situation. I once had bright future, and I would have NEVER let anyone tell me what to be or do before he cam along and took away everything./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""I-I need to go there's umm leftovers in the fridge and I uhh will be home soon." I leaned away from his complex scent of sweat, vomit, and beer. Quickly ripping my leg from his grasp I grabbed my metro card and ran out ofthe door./p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"I finally grabthe subway to downtown NYC, nearly missing it by and inch. I settle myself into a greasy ripped seat and stare out the window. My slightly blurred reflection stares back, showing a too thin girl, with long waist length black hair, with purple tones that shine faintly in the dull light. I sigh and turn away from the window and strongI /strongrun my arms down my boney scarred arms that arecovered in thin cloth. It was getting harder to do this dayin and day out. My disgusting 'godfather' was destroying my life. This was all becoming too much. I don't know how much longer I can... handle any of this. The subway car comes to a jolting stop waking me out of my thoughts, and I quickly rush out./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"As I walk to downtown I get leering looks from groups of men by the side of the road. I wonder if they would think I was pretty if they saw my mutilated inner arms and bruised hips. I push my too long hair out of my face, and feelits greasy quality. Man, I needa shower. I guess that will be the bill I pay for this pondering mind contemplates why I ameven doing this anymore. emI don't eat, so food isn't a problem. It's that god damn beast of a man that made me stay. That made me drop out off school. That made me lose my entire life. I just need to get enough money stockpiled and then I can leave./em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"I grimace as I arrive at my destination, The Scandalous Vixen./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"I wave to the bouncer and he steps aside to let me in. Scantly clothed girls walk past me and I getting the feeling that I'm covered from head to foot in sweat, grease and dirt. The air is humid and smells like beer and arousal. Man I hate this place. Going behind stage I shuffle to the dressing room and change into my hatedoutfit and then start teasing my hair out. Lining my green eyes with aopaque black liner and heavy black mascara I feel more and more worthless. Thick foundation smothers my face, arms and neck. Finally standing up and surveying the whole assembly: Black fishnet stockings, a sparkly black and silver pushup bra connected to black fishnet sleeves, a silver garter belt, and black and silver pumps. To finish the look I spray on liquid glitter and my body starts to shine even in the dim lighting of the dressing room./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"Joanne, one of the few friendly dancers walks over with worried eyes and says in a thick New York accent laced with fear "They're back again doll, and hun theys drunkeh then usual. Yousa, yousa sure you wanna do this right now? Maybe if I talk ta Johnny he can kick em out. I'm sure he can do somethi-" I interrupt her with a small smile./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""Joey its fine. They haven't done anything yet. Thanks for caring though." She gives me a small frown "Char ya sure? I mean they've been getting worse and worse." "I'll be fine don't worry so much Jo. I promise." I say with what's trying to be a reassuring smile. She sees right through it. strongbr /strong"I'm gonna go talk to Johnny you don't deserve to feel like shit just becauseyou work here." She growls and starts to walk away./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"I jump up and run over to her./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""Please Joanne don't. I can't afford to have a clientcomplain or I'll lose my job. Please." I beg with tears in my eyes./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"She gives me a doubtful /"Ya positive?"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""So much that it hurts."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"She gives a small chuckle at that and a teensy smile comes to her face. "Ok if you say so. Good luck with ya show, yousa goin on a few minutes."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""Ok." I reply in a falsely bright voice that she doesn't detect. The guys have been coming back way too often. It's disturbing really. They're over 30 dancers here and they choose me to stalk. I'm not even one of the ones who do lap dances, I just use the pole. Great. I stand up shake my hair out and saunter on stage with a facade of a seductive look on my face./p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"strongemSoooo did ya like it, hate it? Review please! I promise our dearest turtles and Splinter will come into play soon! Just some lovely character development for ya. I promise I'll update whithen a week and my next chapter will be much longer, and if not it will be followed by a longer one right after that, simply to build suspense. Buh bye!/em/strong/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"strongem~Curlyfry/em/strong/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"strongHaley/strong/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"Charlie's POV./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"There is hesitation in every step as I head back to the apartment. The musty mildew smell of the threadbare carpet enters my nose and the peeling wallpaperrepulses me. I quietly creak open the door, no longer needing a key as he broke the lock, hoping the monster wasn't awake yet. It was a stupid mistake, a rookie mistake to forget my subway card. A large bang right next to my ear, followed by a beer bottle shattering crumbled my hope./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""WHERE DO YA THINK URR GOIN YA LITTLE SLUT."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"emShit he's awake, drunk and very angry./embr /"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I, we, umm groceries and ugh-h I need more pills." I stuttered as I noticed my hands starting to shake and minuscule droplets of blood forming on the side of my face from where the grains of glass cut it. "Righhhhttt righht, because YUHRR A LITTLE WHORE WHO NEEDS HER BIRTH CONTROL HAHAHAHA."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"He collapsed into giggles at that. The prick. He was the only one DOING anything to me... downthere. I wouldn't even need birth control if it wasn't for him. At least he didn't call my bluff. He hates my job./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"Finally ceasing his laughter he sobers up and gives me a death glare./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""Wait a second you're gonna come back here RIGHT AWAY. You betta not be goin to that club ya hear? That fine ass of yours is mine and MINE only, ya get that?" He growls before leaning over and grabbing my upper thigh with one grubby hand. His acrid breath lingers the air between us./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"He's disgusting. It isn't my fault I have to 'shake my pretty little ass on stage'. He doesn't do anything to pay the bills forour shabby apartment. I would be in college, or most likely in training to be in the police force had he not held me back from doing ANYTHING with my life. He put me in this situation. I once had bright future, and I would have NEVER let anyone tell me what to be or do before he cam along and took away everything./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""I-I need to go there's umm leftovers in the fridge and I uhh will be home soon." I leaned away from his complex scent of sweat, vomit, and beer. Quickly ripping my leg from his grasp I grabbed my metro card and ran out ofthe door./p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"I finally grabthe subway to downtown NYC, nearly missing it by and inch. I settle myself into a greasy ripped seat and stare out the window. My slightly blurred reflection stares back, showing a too thin girl, with long waist length black hair, with purple tones that shine faintly in the dull light. I sigh and turn away from the window and strongI /strongrun my arms down my boney scarred arms that arecovered in thin cloth. It was getting harder to do this dayin and day out. My disgusting 'godfather' was destroying my life. This was all becoming too much. I don't know how much longer I can... handle any of this. The subway car comes to a jolting stop waking me out of my thoughts, and I quickly rush out./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"As I walk to downtown I get leering looks from groups of men by the side of the road. I wonder if they would think I was pretty if they saw my mutilated inner arms and bruised hips. I push my too long hair out of my face, and feelits greasy quality. Man, I needa shower. I guess that will be the bill I pay for this pondering mind contemplates why I ameven doing this anymore. emI don't eat, so food isn't a problem. It's that god damn beast of a man that made me stay. That made me drop out off school. That made me lose my entire life. I just need to get enough money stockpiled and then I can leave./em/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"I grimace as I arrive at my destination, The Scandalous Vixen./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"I wave to the bouncer and he steps aside to let me in. Scantly clothed girls walk past me and I getting the feeling that I'm covered from head to foot in sweat, grease and dirt. The air is humid and smells like beer and arousal. Man I hate this place. Going behind stage I shuffle to the dressing room and change into my hatedoutfit and then start teasing my hair out. Lining my green eyes with aopaque black liner and heavy black mascara I feel more and more worthless. Thick foundation smothers my face, arms and neck. Finally standing up and surveying the whole assembly: Black fishnet stockings, a sparkly black and silver pushup bra connected to black fishnet sleeves, a silver garter belt, and black and silver pumps. To finish the look I spray on liquid glitter and my body starts to shine even in the dim lighting of the dressing room./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"Joanne, one of the few friendly dancers walks over with worried eyes and says in a thick New York accent laced with fear "They're back again doll, and hun theys drunkeh then usual. Yousa, yousa sure you wanna do this right now? Maybe if I talk ta Johnny he can kick em out. I'm sure he can do somethi-" I interrupt her with a small smile./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""Joey its fine. They haven't done anything yet. Thanks for caring though." She gives me a small frown "Char ya sure? I mean they've been getting worse and worse." "I'll be fine don't worry so much Jo. I promise." I say with what's trying to be a reassuring smile. She sees right through it. strongbr /strong"I'm gonna go talk to Johnny you don't deserve to feel like shit just becauseyou work here." She growls and starts to walk away./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"I jump up and run over to her./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""Please Joanne don't. I can't afford to have a clientcomplain or I'll lose my job. Please." I beg with tears in my eyes./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"She gives me a doubtful /"Ya positive?"/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""So much that it hurts."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"She gives a small chuckle at that and a teensy smile comes to her face. "Ok if you say so. Good luck with ya show, yousa goin on a few minutes."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""Ok." I reply in a falsely bright voice that she doesn't detect. The guys have been coming back way too often. It's disturbing really. They're over 30 dancers here and they choose me to stalk. I'm not even one of the ones who do lap dances, I just use the pole. Great. I stand up shake my hair out and saunter on stage with a facade of a seductive look on my face./p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"strongemSoooo did ya like it, hate it? Review please! I promise our dearest turtles and Splinter will come into play soon! Just some lovely character development for ya. I promise I'll update whithen a week and my next chapter will be much longer, and if not it will be followed by a longer one right after that, simply to build suspense. Buh bye!/em/strong/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"strongem~Curlyfry/em/strong/p