*Two Years Ago*

"What can I get for you?" Jade asked, pen and pad in hand.

"Actually, it's what I can do for you." the man in a business suit replied.

"Excuse me?" she asked putting a hand on her hip.

"I apologize, where are my manors? I'm David King. I heard you went to Hollywood Arts. You see, my business partner and I are looking for talented young performers."

"So?" she asked, annoyed that she section was filling up while this guys was wasting her time.

"Here's my card. Call me if you're interested in working at our new… club." David winked at her as he got up to leave.

Jade shoved the card in her apron pocket and took the next tables order.

*Present*

"Hey, Tori. What's up?" Beck sleepily answered his phone.

"I heard about your new role, that's awesome, I'm so proud of you." he chipper voice was not welcome this early in the morning.

"Thanks, how's your tour going?" he asked rubbing his eyes.

"It's great. I only have three more shows, I'll be back in time for our five year reunion. Did you get the invite yet?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm not sure if I'm going to go to-"

"Beck, you have to go. We haven't all been together in years." Tori insisted.

"Yeah, well I doubt all of us will be there. Have you heard from Jade?"

They both fell silent. "No." she finally answered.

"That's what I thought."

"Beck…"

"I'll talk to you later Tori." Beck hung up without even giving her a chance to reply.

He hadn't gotten much sleep, whenever he shut his eyes Jade popped into his head. He was worried about her. Anytime his phone made the slightest noise he let himself believe she was reaching out to him. He had tried calling her, the old number had been long disconnected. He looked her up on various social media sites, they had all been deleted. He did, however, come across the website for the strip club in his searches. Beck had browsed it for awhile before seeing a half-naked picture of Jade, which had caused him to slam his laptop shut.

Running his fingers through his long hair, he picked up his phone in desperation. If he had to book a private session with Miss. West in order to speak with her that was exactly what he was going to do.

A big man, who was wearing sunglasses even though the club was dark, led Beck to a back room. It reeked of incense and gave off a purple glow. He was instructed to take a seat in front of a small stage. Music filled the room and the curtain at the back of the stage opened. Jade stepped out and was about to start her performance when she noticed who was sitting in the chair.

"I can't believe you." Jade shook her head and was about to exit the room when Beck stood up and grabbed her arm.

"This was the only way I could talk to you again. Now, I paid for the full thirty minutes. So please, talk to me." he pleaded.

"Fine, you have," she glanced at the clock on the back wall, "twenty-five minutes."

"Thank you." Beck pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

He led her to the chair and knelt in front of her. "Talk to me, Jade. How did you get involved in this?" his thumb grazed her cheek and she flinched. He instantly grew angry remembering the yelling from the previous day. Someone had hurt her, and he wanted nothing more than to stop it from happening again.

Jade swallowed hard, but began telling Beck of how she had met David. "And once I realized what his club actually was, it was too late. I had signed the contract. I was his property. He had the right to force me to perform, and trust me I tried to refuse plenty of time, but he had ways." she couldn't look him in the eye.

"But he tricked you. That can't be legal he needs to be arrested." Beck's voice was growing louder with anger.

"It doesn't matter. It's my word against his. I told him I'd go to the police once, but he… he uh, threatened to kill me. The funny thing is, as time went on, I thought maybe death wouldn't be so bad compared to the hell I was already stuck in."

"Jade, don't. Don't say that." he grabbed her hands.

"Time's up." she motioned to the clock. Standing up she handed him back his jacket, kissed him on the cheek, and left him standing there alone.