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Chapter 14

BPOV:

The rest of the day rushed by. It was a feeling similar to standing in the middle of a clock and watching the minute and hour hand rush by, one faster than the other. It was a sunny day for once, but the sun did not reach my pale skin—Jacob forbade us from hanging out in front of the window or outside during the day.

This gave me time to somewhat observe and get to know Jeriline. She seemed to be a really nice girl who was just in the wrong spot at the wrong time. She told me that her mother walked out on her father and he had been trying and trying to make ends meet. But, unfortunately he was unable to do so, and thus Jeriline had thought it to be a brilliant idea to work in a hotel—riding him of a mouth to feed and being able to send him back money to help cover rent. Over the course of the day, we had quite the few rounds of twenty questions, and the more I got to know her, the more adamantly I wanted to get her out of this hell hole.

It was almost six now, and she was in the next dressing room over getting ready. Already, I'd had to show her how to cover up the bruises with waterproof makeup, because of Jacob's finger shaped bruises on her arms from him pushing her around the night before.

At precisely six thirty, the show went on just as it had before.

Though, the human mind is a curious thing. It wasn't until I was up on the stage in a suggestive bra and thong with fringe hanging off at every edge, that the memory of the man, and who he reminded me of came rushing back. But when it did, it hit me with a drenching of cold realization. The man had looked like one of the Cullen's! The pale skin, lean perfection, and gold eyes. Yet, as I sifted through my golden memories of them—he didn't look like a single one. I resolved to make sure I read that note later; maybe it'd explain some things.

I returned to the task at hand, dancing. Wrapping one of my mesh tight covered legs around the pole I leaned backwards, showing off my close to five inch red heel. And then licking the corner of my lip just slightly, which got a hoot from the audience. The next part got tricky, as I somewhat straddled the pole backwards, leaning down just enough to get them riled up but to keep my dignity. Not that I had much left anymore. I wonder if my old and caring neighbor of my childhood would cry, just seeing me like this.

Adding in a flip of the hair for good measure I leaned all my weight away from the pole while still having my feet and a hand wrapped around it. I loved the songs where I at least got to sing—that way I could focus on what I was singing not what I was doing.

It seemed like forever passed before I was off stage changing out of my costume. As I stretched my legs so I wouldn't be sore tomorrow, I fleetly wondered where Jeriline was. She wasn't anywhere near the dressing rooms, bar, or lobby. Which were both good and bad signs.

Either way, I couldn't fret about her too much, after all I did need to get some sleep. I was already three-fourths of the way asleep by the time I reached my room not moments later. I didn't even bother to change into anything besides my basketball shorts and t-shirt, I simply collapsed and slept.

The next morning came to quickly. The alarm clock residing on the bedside was dead-set on making sure I wasn't late for kitchen duty. After shooting a glance at Jeriline's room and confirming it empty, I headed downstairs for kitchen duty.

When I pulled on my apron the note that had been twice forgotten fell out of my pocket. I picked it up and opened it only to find that because of the water a young girl had spilled on me yesterday, the words had all blended together. I could tell the note had originally been about three sentences long with a phone number at the bottom, but for the life of me I couldn't tell what it read.

That's when I realized I was hopeless. Whoever this Cullen-look-alike was had only been giving me his number. So much for anything. That's when I came to a decision, even if it killed me; I was going to get Jeriline out of here. There was no way I was going to watch Jacob completely ruin her life like he ruined mine. And in addition, she had a father to go back to.

Telling Angela I had to use the restroom, I ran back to my room and grabbed my bulging coin purse from where it resided in my nightstand drawer. All employees were required to be paid minimum wage—which Jacob compensated for by charging outrageous room and board. Though, often times there were a couple hundred dollars left over from each of my paychecks, which, after time, had added up. I had been planning to save a whole bunch so that in a few years when I was legally old enough to work I could run away and support myself. But Jeriline needed this more than I did.

I counted twice, just to be sure, but the total was about four thousand dollars. Plus the tips I had earned, which added up to about a thousand dollars. This would be plenty for Jeriline to take back to her dad to giver her time to find a new job.

The next step in getting her out would be to destroy all the records Jacob had of her. That way he'd have no way of going after her, ever.

Luckily, after the breakfast rush I had a few moments of down time that let me inspect Jacob's office door to try and figure out how to get in without any suspicions. I knew he had a carbon copy and a computer copy…and I was sure he kept a copy on some sort of flash drive.

Around two I met up with Jeriline again in the kitchen. "Hey." I tried smiling but it didn't work well. Jeriline looked horrible.

"Hi." Her voice was emotionless, and by the look on her face I could tell she was in immense pain.

"Need anything?"

"A new job." She replied quietly, obviously fighting tears. "A ticket out of America, and you might as well throw in a new life while you're at it."

Checking to make sure no one was listening I leaned over to her and whispered as low as I possibly could—for fear that word would spread. "I'm going to get you out. I have a plan. All you need to do is act normal for the next few days while I get everything set up."

At this her eyes lit up and she nodded, starting to work with a little less despair than before.

Now there was no turning back.

I was getting her out. No matter what.

AN: Again no beta. Please review. I'd like to see if I could get at least 25 before posting the next chapter : ) Thanks for reading!