Updating soon because I'm in love with my own story.
Chapter 2: Feels like we've met before
"Another round please, and keep 'em coming." The crystal glass slammed down on the stool. It was the perfect place to have a pity party. Women, dim lit private room and alcohol. A waitress brought in another few rounds to hold the customer down for a while.
"She'll be here in a minute." The customer nodded the waitress off waiting for his private dance. This was much more entertaining and as classy as this work would get, rather than a bunch of rowdy drunks throwing money at the half naked goddesses feet adorn with cheap pumps.
"Angel is ready for you." The man scoffed as the woman walked through the beads cutting the room off with her head down.
"I highly doubt any woman in here is an angel." He muttered under his vodka laced breath. Angel bent over facing her opponent in this game of lust and sin, and stood straight up, turning around after recognizing who she was in the room for. She quickly walked away but not before the man could grab her arm. "Hey I paid for this shit!"
"No touching!" The guard who stood outside barked. Angel looked up at the man who stared at her in shock.
"Tr- Tracy?" He slowly let go of her arm. "Wh- why-?"
"Haven't you heard? I'm broke as fuck. My family cut me off. I have no one. Now if you could please leave and forget you ever saw me."
"Is there a problem in there?"
"No, it's fine, I was just telling this man to leave. No need to throw him out." The man left without another word.
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"So what happened?" Sam asked while changing into her jeans.
"I saw someone from where I used to live."
"And?"
"And I was going to give him a private dance? He hasn't seen me since I left? We barely spoke when we lived in the same town? It was weird Sam. No one cared to know what happened to me after I was exiled and to be honest, I don't mind because if anyone ever found out where I am, I'd be more screwed over than I already am. It would just be another reason to keep me away from my family."
"Family? They aren't your family, Trace."
"We'll I grew up with them, they're all I've ever known. How are they not my family?"
"They aren't there for you. They aren't forgiving. They kicked you out. That's not what a family does."
"Whatever Sam. My point is, that man saw me and that cannot be unseen. He lives in Port Charles, don't you think some information may leak out there?"
"Why do you care so much?"
"You really don't get it do you? We are society's laughing stock. Taking off clothes for money, that's not sexy or classy, it's trashy. If you don't have a license for it, it's illegal. What do you think about women like that?"
"Considering I am one, and so are you, it's an outlet for women struggling. Those who have no one to rely one but themselves. This is what I grew up on. Ever since I was 17 I was in and out of these places. It's provided me with protection and money and sometimes shelter. I'm not a prostitute. I've never been raped and I'm glad for that. So if you see yourself as an embarrassment as opposed to a woman who's sacrificing, then that's fine with me. It's not my problem." Sam slung her bag on her shoulder and started to walk away.
"Sam wait! I'm sorry if I said anything hurtful. You're my best friend. I didn't mean it that way, it's just, even though you were brought up this way, I wasn't. I get it, not everyone has privilege and it's not easy to survive. It's just that, if you've never been put in the position, most people have trouble understanding you. In my case, it's everyone I've ever known. Especially if you knew me before now. I'm sure I deserve whatever it is I'm getting and that's how everyone would see it. I don;t need that. Not if I want to make it back home." Sam dropped her bag and embraced her friend.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it's not your fault. Now head home and get some rest, we are always going to have long days ahead of us."
"You too. Don't worry yourself over that guy. You'll be ok." Tracy watched her friend leave and she gathered her things and stepped out the back door only to see that same man waiting outside of it for her. Tracy paid no mind to his presence until he started following her.
"What the hell do you want from me, Luke?"
"I just wanted to talk."
"Yeah well I have nothing to say to you."
"I figured you wouldn't. Come on, I'll buy you a drink and if you don't want to talk all you have to do is listen." Tracy couldn't refuse free drinks.
"Will it get you to leave me alone for the rest of my life?"
"If that's what you want, then sure."
"Ugh, fine. I'll show you the best place down here." The two walked down the sidewalk to Tracy's favorite bar. This talk was sure to lead into the late morning.
Yes I have updated again! I just had to, anyway, feedback is always awesome! Thanks for reading!