Title: World of Sin
Type: 7th Heaven Fan Fiction
Rating: PG-13 (Sexual Content, Drugs)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of 7th Heaven. I do own all my original characters and this story, though. Don't take.
Summary: Ruthie Camden rebels against morality and everything her family stands for when she meets a guy willing to introduce her to his world.

Writer's Note: I wrote this a couple years ago, or part of it, but greatly improved it. It's one of my better stories.

Sorry for not updating! I've been really busy. I have the story finished, but I'm going to update the ending before I post it.

Chapter Nine

It had been about a month since I'd first began working at The C Club. I hadn't had anymore embarrassing incidents, but the excitement of the job had worn off. Ashton and I came home at the same time that night. I had a knot in my stomach and wasn't sure why. I'd been missing my parents, my family, my friends for quite awhile now. Part of me wanted to leave The C Club. Ashton noticed the question in my eyes.

"What's wrong?" He wanted to know. I shrugged.

"I'm not sure if The C Club is for me," I admitted.

"What do you mean? You seemed to be ok there," Ashton recalled.

"I know, but I'm not sure. I'm not as good as those girls. They take off all their clothes and give lap dances, but I don't think I could do all that again. I feel like I've lost all my childhood and that I'm no longer as innocent as I was," I explained, "I feel like I've lost something."

"I don't understand," Ashton said, "Everyone's always had fun working at the club." I shrugged, unsure of myself.

"Maybe I just miss my family," I added, "I mean, they've probably given up hope. They're probably depressed. I can't even imagine how much they'd yell at me if I told them what I did." Tears fell from my eyes.

"You're ashamed," Ashton told me. I nodded.

"Yeah, I am," I informed him, "Wouldn't you be? I mean, I'm sixteen and I ran away from home with a hot guy to work at an adult club? I'm not an adult, Ashton."

"I'm sorry, Ruthie," Ashton apologized, "I just thought you were perfect for the job." I didn't buy his charm this time.

"No you didn't," I reminded him, "You thought I looked like someone who worked there. That's the only reason you spoke to me." Ashton put his head down.

"Tell Mr. Joe that I'm not coming back to work," I continued, "I'm leaving in the morning. I'm going home and I'm going to get back to my normal life." He still didn't say anything. Those ended up being the last words we spoke to each other.

I slept well that night and woke up early. I packed my stuff and took a cab to the bus station. I'd be home in a few hours. The whole bus trip home all I could think about was the man I'd stripped for. He must have thought I was such a bad person for stripping for him. What happened to my morals? I wasn't sure. The hours flew by and the next thing I knew, I was in Glen Oak. I was about five minutes from my house, so I walked. I took my time, preparing what I would say to my family.

I arrived at my house, walked in the door, and all those words disappeared. I saw my mom, and the look on her face was one I was likely never to see again. I flew into her arms and cried.