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Breanna's POV
The heels were killing her, pinching her toes, even with the bandage hack she saw on social media. Breanna muttered a curse under her breath.
Picking up a mascara and the false lash she already smeared glue on, trying to multi task, she started to coat her eyelashes but ended up stabbing her self in the eye. She let out a yelp as the eye started to sting.
"God I hate this job!." She threw everything down and cursed again. One year in, a whole year of stripping at 'Carl's strip club' and it still felt the same every night. She felt filthy.
She watched herself in the mirror, scowling at her own image, the thick coat of make up on her face, her boobs pushed up, almost reaching her chin in the stupidly tight corset she wore under her tiny cow girl outfit barely reaching over her butt.
A direct contrast to who she was outside the club on a daily basis. She was no longer the naïve young girl that came to the club a year ago desperate for money to pay her father's hospital bills; the girl that still believed there was good in the world.
The awful smell of cigar suddenly attacked her nose as she saw the puff of smoke behind her head from the mirror. A group of girls, dressed as she was - or rather, barely dressed, passed the cigar to each other.
She no longer coughed when they smoked, she was already used to it.
"Hey sis." Her brother, Jack appeared, draped a hand over her shoulder and slouched into the chair behind her, she rubbed his arm around her neck. A small smile easing onto her face as she studied him from the mirror.
"Did he promise to play it?." She asked him. His face fell in response but he masked it quickly.
"Don't worry, did I not tell you I have a way of convincing people?." He asked mirroring her smile, she nodded.
"Now all you have to do is listen for it and I want some strong criticism when we get back." He stood up again with a smug smile.
Every time he made new music, he'd go to clubs and bars around town asking their DJ to squeeze in a few seconds. He went to radio shows, news stations, entertainment and supermarket radios, just to play his music.
"You got it!." She gave him a mock salute. He chuckled.
"You have, uhn, a little something." He pointed to her eye where jabbed herself and disappeared out of the pink dressing room.
As soon as he was gone, her own smile fell.
Jack was a terrible musician, everyone around him knew it, but himself. Even their father tried to tell him, but that drove a huge wedge in their relationship.
As a sister, she had tried to be encouraging towards him, to support his dreams, but she was tired of pretending. He wasted a lot of money into studio time when he could be helping her with the bills and their father's bills too.
They were both students of the Charleston University in town - school of humanities and social sciences, so it was hard for them, but she couldn't be selfish and ask him to give up on his dreams.
After weeks of working as a waitress every where in town, when she newly moved, she heard a group of girls talking about a job. Without waiting to ask for details, she went with them. Who needed details when she could earn a thousand a night?. How wrong she was!.
"Sugar!.....your customer is here." Tiana, a co-worker shouted out to her, peeking into the room. She sighed, gearing herself up for the night.
Tears brimmed in her eyes as she began to rethink her decision. Like always. She had promised herself to quit over and over again in the last year, but the truth was, she was in too deep, she needed the money.
"I'm almost done!." She yelled back to Tiana.
Rushed out of the dressing room after adding an extra coat of red on her lips, working a believable smile on her face, she found her way to the customer in the VIP section of the club, up stairs.
The place was packed buzzing with life, the strong stench of alcohol and hemp attacked her as she arrived. She saw a group of men rush down stairs in a tow, all wearing black - at first glance, they looked like escorts or body guards, but something didn't feel right.
One was wearing a very expensive watch that didn't match the body guard persona he had going on, she knew, because she had stolen a watch just like it off one of her drunk customers before.
"Reynold!, good to see you again." She sashayed to her customer, adding an extra sway to her hips. He sat up immediately in the small red chair, as she approached.
"Its busy tonight, I didn't think I'd see you." He beamed, eyes racking her figure. She purred.
"Aw, you know you're special." She ran a thumb over his face, lingering on his lip teasingly. He scoffed and took out a chunk of notes and handed it to her. She secured the money in her bralette and smiled at him.
"You know how to treat a woman."
She started her dance routine, and after a few minutes, began peeling off the first layer of her clothing to reveal the lace corset, watching him intently as he gulped. He took out another chunk of money and handed it to her, she giggled girly. A sound she wouldn't normally make.
The corset pooled at her feet to reveal a two piece thong with a lot of shinny crystals. She leaned in and bit his ear, her other hand strayed to the bulge in his pants and gave it a small pat. Reynold grunted loudly followed by a curse as he broke out in a cold sweat, eyes closed.
He reached for a money sprayer and began to spray all over her, she straightened, walking to the tall pole and continued her routine with him walking behind her. The dark lights of the club danced off her face as she twisted and turned on the pole, reflecting the coat of shimmer on her skin.
Just then she heard footsteps, following a pair of inaudible voices, her head snapped to the stair way, just in time to see her professor, coming up the stairs with another customer of hers. Her heart stopped.
"Breanna?." He called out, in shock.
She didn't know when - but, somehow, she released a hand, mid routine and fell on her face, a round of gasps erupt and then a small crackle of laughs. Something cracked in her butt but she didn't try to check. Thankfully she was not that high up on the pole or she'd be in the hospital.
She stood up feeling very stupid, of all days, he had to come and of all days, she had to mess up her routine, it was today.
Stupidly embarrassed with a lot of eyes on her, she ran out of the VIP section and locked herself in the first dressing room she found as tears began to fall down her cheeks.
She was barely seated when she heard a loud shrill, followed by a round of gun shots and more screams.
The music stopped and she heard a lot of crashing and running, the floor shook like there was a stampede or earthquake coming, and in no time, the entire place was in chaos.
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*Edited This chapter contains description of brutal killings, fights and other disturbing images. ******************* Breanna's POV Every one in the dressing room made a run for it, screaming out their lungs. Chaos ensued. The door burst open a second later and two men in black came in, she quickly recognized them from earlier. Her survival instincts kicked in and she quickly tucked herself under a table as the men opened fire, silencing the screams of the girls, shooting every living thing in sight.A girl rolled to the floor, beside her, eyes wide open, a bloodied hole in her head, her chest had burst open. Clutching her legs, Breanna bit down her scream as blood splashed to her.Watching silently as their black boots began to retreat after a quick sweep of the place. She muttered the lords prayer in one shaky breath and waited till she was sure they had gone far enough before crawling out of the table.Shaking, she looked around, not a single person was spared, bodies splayed o
*Edited This chapter contains language and strong reference. ****************** Maxwell's POV His vision swayed as he tried to move, he could feel the heat, he saw the bright red fire before him, the now open wall behind him. The rational thing was to run out as fast as possible, but he didn't. Which was crazy because he didn't really even know the girl or get along with her that much for him to second guess his own safety. He could hear the ambulance as they arrived, the men in uniform behind him shouting for him to run, but he hesitated. "Well fuck it!." He groaned, glancing behind him, before he darted for her, pulling her from under the large rock that hit her head and carried her in his arms. Another huge rock fell as something exploded again behind them. He looked back at their escape space which was now remarkably smaller, he could see more people had gathered outside, shouting for them to come out. A loud rumble came of more things falling, the floor shook. Walking qui
*Edited Breanna's POV "Where are you going?." She heard him call out, as she limped across the street. "Home!." She let out a deep breath. "They finished questioning me!." She called back with a grunt as pain shot through her side. He jogged over to her. "You need to go back to the hospital." She watched him give her a once over, eyes lingering on her side. "No." "Why?." He asked as she resumed walking, hot on her heels. "Wilson, Wilson!, Wilson!!." "Leave me alone!." "You can't even make it to the other side of the road!, so no, I won't leave you alone!." He raised his voice, puffing out a deep breath before he continued. "Why don't you want to go to the hospital?." "Because, unlike you, some of us have to work to live!, okay!." She paused, the breeze tugging at her hair. "To pay tuition, to pay house bills, to pay hospital bills for our father!, some of us don't have it easy and quick in life and become a professor at 29, which was why some us had to start stripping in th
*Edited Maxwell's POV "We are here." He announced, unfastening his seat belt. She looked around warily. "I hope your new girlfriend wouldn't mind me being here." He paused, glancing at her, trying to decipher her words. "What new girlfriend?, I'm single, as far as I know." He muttered slowly. "Didn't mean to judge, but I've heard stories and I'm just trying to be careful." Eyes narrowed, he tilted his head, didn't smile or frown, but waited a beat before speaking. "No, you're good." The house was a small brown bungalow, the once pretty roses on the front porch now stood dying away in their pots. The roofs looked a little dated, like the other town houses that surrounded it, but the window and doors had been remodeled. As soon as the door opened, a large hairy beast attacked Professor Caines' legs barking. The dog perked up at the scent of another person, she smiled softly at the black hairy Newfoundland, that was now going round her feet sniffling, then he stopped suddenly and
*Edited Breanna's POV "Breanna." She heard a voice call out, but she couldn't respond, his voice sounded very distant to her, like he was calling her from more than a mile away. Her whole body was on fire, from inside out, she wanted to run, shout, scream, she wanted cold water. But for some reason, she didn't have control over her own self. Her hands and legs felt heavy - too heavy to move, then he called her name again, this time it echoed, turning to pleas and cries from a thousand voices. It was too much, she continued to shake her head, crying, trying to shout 'stop' but her mouth refused to make any sound. "Breanna….." "Breanna?!." She felt a soft touch on her shoulder, like a light caress, but as soon as he did, and like strong lightning, strength came to her. Like he released what held her down, she shot up from the bed with a start and started screaming in a shrill voice that was loud enough to wake the neighbors, kicking and punching every which way. She was having a
*Edited Maxwell's POV A week later The day was hot and bright, not the best combo in Lakeside. After the crazy week with Breanna, he couldn't deny it, all he had thought about after she left on Sunday morning was how crazy the entire thing was. He felt awful and angry, that she was hurting and it may or may not be his fault. He had not been able to get her screams out of his mind, how she called out to her brother that night, how she kicked and shouted for him to wake up, he couldn't get the glare on her face to that officer that questioned her, out of him mind. He had not expected her to be in school the next Monday, like at all, he didn't want to seem impulsive or suspicious, he would have asked her to stay one more night in his house. He didn't know what was going on in her mind, what she was thinking, if she had another nightmare, but he was sure of one thing, she was choosing to ignore it, her being here only proved it. Immediately he saw her strut in for class, he desperate
*Edited Maxwell's POV "Tell me about him." He suggested, quietly as if giving her a choice to. She side glanced him and sniffed. "The apartment feels empty without him, everything is haunting me, the couch where he'd pass nights on his school projects and thesis, his to-do lists on the fridge." She paused. "He had music sheets everywhere, so that any time he got inspiration no matter where he was in the house, he'd write it down." She swallowed and chortled. "But Jack was a terrible musician, every one knew it, except himself, some times i got mad, that he was wasting money on studio time when he could be helping me, you know, so I didn't tell him how proud of him I was often, that he was chasing his dreams with every bone in his body, because I was mad, I was so mad that I had to start stripping while he got to gallivant his life away." Her laugh turned to sobs again. He found a box of tissue and handed it to her as she cried. "I was selfish, I wanted him to give up his dreams,
*Edited Breanna's POV Just like the night before, and every day since it happened, she sat down in the living room, perfectly still as she stared into nothingness. The day had been extremely hard, from pretending to be alright, to a new five thousand word thesis she had to write, her car breaking down, the constant pain in her side, her landlady screaming insults at her and coming home to an empty apartment. It had not been the best. She had thought that by now, her eyes would be dry, that there would be no more tears. But her eyes proved her wrong, every time she came home, to his house, the house they had shared since she moved in with him. She cried. His presence lingered every where, it was his house after all, she had never cried so much in her entire life, but for course, she had never lost a brother before in her entire life. She wasn't sure if she wanted to continue with life, If she wanted to be in school, she couldn’t afford it anyway, she couldn't handle being constant