Second chapter has been rewritten! Yay for late Saturday nights with nowhere to go! (Only because I can't drive…).

Warning: The rewritten version of this is definitely more mature than the original. It works better. It just gets more in depth with Lizzy. Just warnin' ya'.

Hank Williams was playing throughout the building as I slowly made my way into Buck's Tavern. There were people all around me- mostly highschoolers, but I spotted a few younger ones sitting towards the back as they awkwardly held their punch cups and tried to not make too much of a disturbance.

I looked around for Buck. Once I spotted him I noticed the little blonde on his lap. Her skirt was above her mid-thigh and her top looked ready to pop. Girls around our town dressed like that when they came from families like ours, though. I mean, I tried not to be too risqué, but I also had an older brother to worry about when it came to my attire.

At the moment, I looked a lot like that girl and I was happy that my face was caked in makeup.

It was different for greasers and it hurt when people would make jabs at the way we looked or acted, but then some of us would get hacked off and beat them senseless. Well, the boys would anyways and none of their jibes would matter any longer.

I shook my drifting mind back to reality as I waltzed up to Buck and the girl.

Personally, I was not a huge fan of him, but he let me use his place to do my job. So if putting up with Buck meant getting the money and pleasure I needed, then so be it.

He gave me a once over, checking me out. He did this a lot to the girls who worked here. Once I was talking to him and he said that he liked to make us feel special by giving us that attention. I knew that was a load of bull, but technically he was my boss so I couldn't really voice my opinions on it.

Buck licked his lips. The girl on his lap was sucking on his neck so she didn't notice. I sighed.

"Ya' ready?" Buck said to me, smiling at my appearance. I awkwardly swayed a little at his stare but kept my composure and nodded. He smirked and gestured with his hand. I followed it to where I would soon be and felt my body tense. "Then get it on girly."

I rolled my eyes and decided it would be okay to scowl at him. He just shrugged his shoulders and started swapping spit with the girl on his lap. I watched him grip her breast and saw the nervous expression that crossed the girl's face. I suddenly felt bad. She was younger than I was. Buck was in his twenties. Yeah, I suddenly felt very bad for her.

I walked over to the floor. Right out in the middle of it stood a small stage and on that stage, stood a pole that reached the ceiling. That was how I started my nights and where most of my money came from. Of course, that depended on the night.

I slowly walked over to it and grabbed onto it with my left hand. I had already grabbed some peoples' attentions and a few of them were nudging their friends. A feeling of worry came over me at all their stares, but then I remembered who I was at night. I wasn't little Lizzy Mathews who couldn't catch a boy to save her life. No, I was Elizabeth Mathews, the girl who had all the men drooling over her as she danced up and down a pole.

I smirked at them and there was a cat call.

See, they like confidence, I thought to myself, You could have a field day with these slobs when you fake confidence.

I quickly brought myself closer to the pole so I was up against it. I got a few more eyes, but the majority of the attention still wasn't on me. That would change, though. I flipped my hair back a little with my right hand and smiled slyly.

A guy looked towards me. He was about the only sober-looking guy in here. I winked towards him and he smirked at me. He took a swig of his beer in his hand. I just smiled and decided to finally let the real show start. I needed the money. My family needed the money.

I slowly slid myself down the pole as more people surrounded me. A few more people whistled and I just shook my head. How I could not take this kind of attention in the day I would never know. Because, at these moments, there was something about it that gave me a feeling. I wasn't sure what it was, but I felt better.

I twirled back up and kept my back to the pole. I held on with my arms above me, keeping a tight grip on the familiar object. I lifted my left leg up and around the pole. Once my leg was tightly gripped I whipped around and let go. I grabbed it again with my hands so I was facing the pole again.

My heart pounded as I got more and more into the dancing. Guys would throw money at me and I would shove it into my leather jacket. It was fun, it always had been.

I twirled around the pole and slid down into the splits with only my hands holding on. That caused a lot of whistles to follow and I slowly pulled myself back up and winked at the crowd. I realized that most people were paying attention to me by now. I knew I was almost done dancing anyways. I had some money so all I had to do was finish the night.

I was in the middle of walking around the pole when a guy came up to me. I smirked at him.

"Hi," I said seductively. Well, it probably didn't come out as seductive as I would have hoped, but then again he was the first guy of the night. He grinned towards me and I saw him look around for a minute.

"Ya' know, a girl like you really deserves a little break," he said to me. I nodded and he smirked. "I can give you that."

I gave him a wink and he grabbed me by my hand, leading me to the next room. This was usually the next part of my night. Get with guys for the night and make myself feel wanted. We walked over to the couch and he sat down. I sat beside him.

"You're pretty damn hot." He said, coming up close to my ear. Several chills went up my spine and I randomly traced over his chest with my finger.

"Oh, babe, I already knew that," I teased him. This was it. The confidence I built up. I loved it. I wasn't sure how I did it, but I was wearing a mask and no one knew me. It was easy to change yourself when no one would ever know it was really you.

He gave me a curious look and I fake pouted, something I'd learned from Sylvia when she was with Dally. Now granted, Dally never once fell for the damn trick, but most guys did. "You're just gonna have to do better," I said, leaning in close to him.

"Okay then." He smirked. "You are the sexiest broad I've seen around and it would be an honor to get to know you better upstairs later tonight."

I smiled and nodded. "Atta' boy," I muttered.

He quickly came towards me and his lips crashed with mine. He was a rough kisser and his lips weren't soft or anything, not that I expected anything like that. I simply kissed him back with the same strength. It came pretty easily for me now.

He was very ungentle though, and he kept pushing me back onto the couch. I'd finally had enough of it and just straddled his lap. He apparently liked it because he suddenly had his hands roughly gripping my ass.

I rubbed my hands all over his back.

"Hey, baby." He started to catch his breath and look at me. "You wanna take this upstairs?"

I smirked at him, but shook my head. "Depends on what you want and how much money you've got."

He brought his head close to my ear. "I was thinkin' we would fuck."

I pushed him backwards. "And I was thinkin' you were decent."

He looked stunned for a moment before narrowing his eyes. "I thought I was payin' you for a good time?"

I got nervous for a second but gulped it down. "You are," I murmured into his ear as I slowly rubbed my hands down his back. "But not for sex, baby. I'll give you anything you want." I nibbled on his ear for a second. "But not that."

He seemed frustrated with my answer but nodded acceptingly. "Alright, then let's go."

He pulled me roughly off of him and then up off the couch towards the stairs. "You better be fuckin' good on your knees," he muttered and I almost pulled away.

I needed the money, though. We always needed the money.

I allowed him to pull me up the stairs and into a room. I did what he wanted and he paid me. I had to do it and I cried a little after.

He left the room afterwards, still angry that I hadn't fully given him what he wanted.

He got enough, I thought angrily.

The only reason I refused to go all the way with him was because I was still a virgin. He wouldn't have believed me if I told him. Hell, I barely believed myself, but it was true. The guys at Buck's could have me do anything to them, but I wouldn't give them what they always really wanted.

I was a virgin by choice. I wanted to wait. I did what I did at Buck's for money. Yes, it provided me some pleasure and I felt like a whole different person when dancing on the pole, but I wasn't Angela Shepard and I didn't give myself to every scumbag with a wallet.

I always felt angry after pleasuring someone. I always hated myself for a few hours. It eventually went away, though. Like most of my feelings it went away.

By the end of the night I'd made a good amount of money. It was around two in the morning and the place had no less people than when I got here. It was almost as if Buck was throwing a never ending party.

I sighed a little as I headed out the door. The streets were lit with the street lights and I started walking home. I wasn't too afraid of walking home by myself this late. I had done it plenty of times. I knew all the short cuts and back ways. Besides, most people were at a party or passed out in a ditch by this time. I'd never run into trouble before.

When I finally reached my house I walked around back and looked in the little box that I always kept my extra clothes in. I always put them on in case someone caught me sneaking in. I quickly slipped my blue skirt on and took off my leather jacket. I slipped on my sweater because I knew I'd be cold in my room for the rest of the night.

I slowly grabbed onto the gutter and climbed my way up, still holding my clothes I had on before.

Sometimes I wondered what would happen if someone did catch me. Of course, it would depend on that someone. If it was Two-Bit he'd probably tan my hide. He had no idea about this side of me and I knew he wouldn't like it one damn bit. If my mom found me, well, she'd probably be too drunk to even realize it was me at Buck's and she'd probably end up dancing with me.

Now, what I knew for a fact is that if Jack would happen to see me doing that he'd beat the living shit out of me and wait there, laughing as I died a slow, painful death. He was really a bucket of sunshine and rainbows.

I finished climbing up the creaky gutter and found myself running out of breath.

I shook my head and grabbed onto my window that was thankfully unlocked. Once I had forgotten to unlock it and spent the rest of my night in the backyard. Of course, it had rained and I only had put a T-shirt out to change into. Luckily for me, my mom and Jack had yet to come home and Two-Bit had been passed out on the couch until noon.

As I climbed through the window, I walked into my pink princess room and threw myself onto my bed, letting out a heavy sigh. I quickly took the money out of my jacket I'd carried up and set it in my secret stash in a book under my bed.

And that's how my night had gone. Alright, in my opinion.

As I tried to drift to sleep, though, I could hear my mom yelling at Two-Bit. She was definitely hacked off for some reason. I slowly got out of bed. I snuck down the hallway and listened carefully as I stood at the top of the stairs.

"Two-Bit, why don't you learn to get your head outta your sorry ass and think a little?" I heard her slur. She was definitely drunk, but that wasn't necessarily abnormal for our household. "You're eighteen for God's sake! Can't you think a little more?" she questioned.

Like mother, like son, I thought bitterly. She shouldn't have been yelling at Two-Bit. It wasn't fair.

"I didn't do a damn thing!" I bit my lip as Two-Bit said that. He probably shouldn't get mouthy. It wasn't the best idea in this house.

"Don't you dare talk to your mother that way, boy!"

Jack was home? I immediately started to pray. If there was a God out there then he needed to make an immediate pit stop at the Mathews household because it sounded like shit was about to hit the fan.

"You don't tell me how to talk to my own mother damn it!" Two-Bit yelled. "You ain't my God damn father. So quit actin' like it."

I dug my finger nails into my legs. Why did he do that? Why did he pester Jack like that? It only made him angrier.

"Keith, we know you took the beer! Stop acting like you don't have a clue!" My mother exclaimed. She obviously thought the situation was a serious matter when she pulled the Keith card.

"I didn't take your God damn beer!"

Bang!

I heard something crash and I bit my bottom lip a little harder. Whatever that had been didn't sound too good. I heard some more profanities being said before I heard someone walk away from the kitchen.

I soon saw Two-Bit making his way up the steps. He was covering the left side of his face and I looked at him worriedly. I put my hand on his arm.

"Two-Bit are yo-"

"Just get away from me," he snapped, pushing me away. I looked at him sadly and went back to him again.

"But Two-"

"Just get away from me Lizzy!" He exclaimed to me loudly, but I wanted to make sure he was okay. Why did he have to be so stubborn? Why couldn't he just listen? He went into his room and I cracked his door open a little and peered in.

"Please Two-bit, I just wanna-"

"Jesus Christ, I said get the fuck away, Liz, and I mean it!" I felt like such a little kid when tears started falling, but I honestly couldn't help it. He was my brother. I wanted to help him. I quickly wiped my tears away.

"Whatever," I muttered quietly. I looked at him, but he wouldn't look back at me. I ran to my room, still crying.

God, I was such a crybaby sometimes. I slowly fell asleep, thinking about Jack. I hated that man with all my body. And I knew I always would because he was the only person who ever made Two-Bit act like a jerk.

And I hated that.

A/N: Aren't you proud of me for finally redoing this chapter? Haha! By the way, I saw Safe Haven yesterday. And I cried…lol.

Anyways, hope you liked this chapter if you're a first timer!