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"Stay still!" "It hurts!" "It's tight!" "Ouch! Adrian stop it!" Adrian kept pulling at my hair until he finally let go. My head was killing me and the tightness of the pig tails wasn't helping at all. He tapped at my scalped and cursed. "Does it hurt?" I glared at him. "Yes it-" My voice was cut off when something rubber like entered my lips. Automatically i started sucking. "There you go. Now, let's get in the car." My father yelled. "Don't forget Baby Anita!" You might be wondering what is going on? Well let me clarify. You see, my family- well my dad- Isn't big on spending much money on little things. In fact he hates spending money period. He uses coupons for groceries, Make sure we take 10 minute showers if less to save water bills. Fills a bowl of soap and water for the dishes and If we want anything it has to be with our own money. That's how cheap my dad is. But it isn't because he doesn't have a stable job, He does, trust and believe that. He's a surgeon doctor and he is good at it, but he grew up in a poor environment and he doesn't want his 3 kids to grow up spoilt. And how could we, when we are about to do the most stupidest thing ever... While I was sitting in my old baby stroller, blanket hiding my crossed legs, my black curls in two pigtails and Amanda's old pacifier sticked in my mouth, Adrian was dressed like a adult, with casual clothing, my dad dressed as an elderly person, fake beard and useless cane in his hands, and my poor baby sister in the same position as me. The only thing is she's 7. My dad clapped. "Alright kids what do we do?" He asked an amused smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and he caught it. "Anita, babies don't roll their eyes." I snorted. "Last time I checked I'm 17." I coughed. "Turning 18." He frowned. "No Anita. Your 2 years old, Amanda is 1 year old. I am 67 years old and Adrian is 30 years old." We were going out to eat and it was Golden Coral. The only reason we were going out is because today was senior free day. Which is why my 37 year old father is acting as if he is past the age of 50. We all know kids under the age of 4 are pass free, so with that Adrian will be the adult. And with him alone paying, it would round up to at least 10 to 15 dollars minimum. Again, were a cheap family. Adrian held a smile on his face, stroking his fake ass beard. He was pushing both of Amanda's and I strollers, people eyes wandering until they land on us, their eyes twinkling with amusement. To say I was embarrassed was a understatement. I was humiliated and prayed no one at school was eating here today. If they was, I wouldn't hear the last of it. It was finally our turn and dad "Struggled" To pick up his tray. The poor Boy behind the counter actually believed my father's antics and scurried off to help him. I had to keep sucking on the rubber Pacifier to stop from laughing. I looked at Amanda and she was quiet. Reason? My phone. "How much people?" A lady asked. She had brownish reddish hair, looks around her mid-twenties and bored out of her mind. She looked like the type of person to party yet would read a book right because of how bored she was. "Just me. It's senior day right?" Adrian asked in a terrible deep voice. It wasn't that he didn't already had a deep voice, but he was just putting to much effort into it. I guess the lady was too bored to realize or she just didn't care. "Yes sir. How old is your father? Or grandfather?" "He is 67 years old." The lady typed up something on the screen before glancing down at us. I sucked on the pacifier and made an effort to look like a sucking pacifier baby. Gosh I feel weird. "How old are they?" Suspicion laced in her voice as she glanced between Amanda and i. "This cutie right here-" Adrian bent down and squeezed my nose, shaking it a bit too hard. "Is 2 years old, while my daughter over there is 1. There a
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My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it gives
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My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it gives
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Lyrics: Bomb On’em (OUT NOW) Bomb On’em (Lyrics) I’m tired of these dudes tough talkin with no knowledge/ don’t listen to these dudes stay in school go to college/ and the Lord shall make thee the head and not the tail/ but if you going to serve other gods then go to hell these fake G’z failed/ they mislead the youth/ to these kids you a idol so I gotta speak the truth/ and it’s shall come upon thee vexation and rebuke/ with extreme burning blasting and mildew/ they think they know but they don’t even got a clue/ mindless and blindness you belong in a zoo/ ya sons and your daughters given to another people/ look at you everything ya ni65as do is evil/ so you get crushed always here what the Lord say/ All glory to the Son there’s only one doorway/ driving down broadway counting all my blessings/ working on my flaws cause the Lord wants perfection/ the Bible is my lessons and prayer is my weapon/ so you shall be destroyed if you boys come try check’em/ the devil I reject him it’s good if y’all annoyed/ too many grown men is acting like lil boys/ so I give it to the Lord cause I’m trying to be Holy/ used to run up On’em like you know what it is homie/ but now I ain’t with it/ what they rap about I did it/ praying to wood and stone and killing your own is wicked/ now the black woman’s god/ I hear you baby pah/ I used to say the same thing until I found God/ the earths immovable it ain’t moving around stars/ the earth don’t circulate the sun they been lying to y’all/ ya mind is filled with pornography and Macdonalds/ hollowed be thy name the Father I seek and follow/ the night at thee Apollo just another fake god/ a bunch of entertainers I know who the fakes are/ get your mind straight and start praying to GOD/ cause this is my fate and I’m not playing with y’all/ what you want me to say I ain’t trying to be phony/ kids are listening so I watch what I say homie/ yes yes I worship GOD so I never remain lonely/ I try to be humble just ask anyone who know me/ but you think it’s cool back and fourth on the Island/ wanna be a criminal daddy gone so you wild’n/ so predictable YOU under the programming/ you don’t care you a bird like eating the whole salmon/ bringing about your own famine cause these ni65as greedy/ real black men done had it say something when you see me/ the rap game needs me when will you dudes learn/ sleeping with these hoes man you bound to get burned/ given into your desires is like playing with fire/ ain’t no man alive could ever call me a liar/ I heard through the wire real men don’t join gangs/ I know you heard the same real men let they nuts hang bang!/ a real man family is his gang/ his wife and his son and his baby girl mang/ just like baby rays man these dudes is sweet baby/ always running from the pain like in the rain run lady/ these rappers dumb lately/ and there’s nothing you can pay me/ to make me sale my soul my soul’s for the one who made me/ don’t ever try to play me cause it could get drastic/ I will whoop your ass you little dirty ass bastards/ you know ya hearts plastic/ there’s nothing you could do to me/ you need your ass kicked messing up your own community/ just for a car you a bird with some jewelry you heard?/ checking clowns ain’t nothing new to me you herb/ you condone all the foolery/ and I’m concerned you could burn son it’s you or me/ now you listening because I’m dissin’em / a fake drug Lord you goin to end up like Mitch and them/ and ain’t nobody goin to end up missing’em / you goin to get bodied like beanie did Kiss and them (owwww)/ I’m a Mexican crossing the border/ you got a nine well I brought me a mortar/ I healed her mind now you can’t even afford her/ I just saved the lives of your sons and your daughters/ - LiJames My Latest Content: https://www.numberonemusic.com/lijamesthechosen/ Instagram: www.instagram.com/lijamesthechosen #LiJamesTheChosen2020
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My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it gives
Dreame
My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Every day is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it give
Dreame
My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Every day is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it give
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My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Every day is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it give
Dreame
My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Every day is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it give
Dreame
My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Every day is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it give
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My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Every day is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it give
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Dreame
My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it gives
Dreame
My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it gives
Dreame
My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am do
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Dreame
My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am do
Dreame
My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it gives
Dreame
My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it gives
Dreame
My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it gives
Dreame
My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it gives
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My heart is pounding in my ears. I wonder if everyone around can feel how much I hate being here. Either way, the disgust is settling in my stomach and I can hardly stand myself. I sit at the vanity that is provided for us girls to share, makeup is thrown all over the table, clothes all over the room and the lockers right behind me. I hang my head in my hands. Focusing as much as I can on pushing my emotions away. Let's get one thing clear right now. I hate this. Even hate doesn't seem like a strong enough word, but for how tired I am, it will have a do. Had someone said a year ago, that this is where I would be, I would have laughed them away. A year ago, I was just Avery Collins, 17 Year old high school senior. I was working on a soccer scholarship to Washington State, planning my eighteenth birthday party and everything was perfect. Obviously I don't mean cookie cutter perfect. But my family had a comfortable lifestyle and my parents were loving and supportive. Even when I went through my 'I want to be unicorn doctor when I grow up' phase. They supported me and told me if anyone could do it, I could. But life has a way of destroying good things. It's almost as if life had a prejudice against things that could be considered perfect. Or maybe just a prejudice against me. When everything is going right, life forces me to take a left and ruins everything. Like I said, I hate myself for what I do five nights a week, but after my parents died in a car accident, I had no choice. Suddenly, I wasn't just a high school senior, I was solely responsible for my 4 year old brother Liam. So even though the job is slowly ripping my soul apart, I need the money. I had to grow up. I faced a battle though. So many people tried to tell me that I should have Liam adopted. That there were so many families waiting to love and he would be cherished. Not to mention, I could still see him if it was an open adoption. No matter how much I currently disgust myself, adoption was never one of my considered choices. Liam is the only family I have left and I wasn't going to be selfish, just because I am scarred. He needs me to be strong, I need to be strong. I do what I have to do, for us. Now I'm almost 19 and Liam is 5. Everyday is still a struggle for me, but Liam is happy and adjusted as well as can be expected. If there is one positive about this job, it's the hours. I'm home to put Liam to sleep every night and there when he wakes up. Lucky for me, my best friend Lindsey agreed to move in and babysit him at night. I begin putting my makeup on. Only glancing in the mirror to do my eyeliner and make sure everything is good. I avoid looking myself in the eyes. I shake out my dark blonde hair letting the natural waves flow down just past my shoulders. I grab the lotion from the table next to me and start rubbing the smooth glitter into a skin. By far, I think my legs are my best feature. I don't mean that to sound cocky or anything, but I spent all my high school years playing soccer and my height of 5'6 helps, I think. As much as I hate it, long, toned legs help me in this line of work. And the guys love to look at them. I do one last check over my body. The thin blue bikini makes my 36c chest look a little bigger and the black stilettos only make my legs look that much longer. Overall, this outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and I die a little more each time I have to wear a similar one. It's not until the music begins that I push back all my pain and disgust and put on the mask I call 'Roxy'. She is my alter ego, to help me get through this with some small amount of dignity. 'Roxy' isn't afraid to sway her hips and shake her ass in just the right way to make then drool; to make them tip. It took me a while to build her confident mask. How else could a virgin like me be the seductress that Roxy needs to be? I'd be lying if I said that the mask didn't fall every once in a while. Sometimes my nerves push through or the guy gets handsy during a lap dance. But whenever it begins to Crack or fade, I just focus on why I am doing this and it gives
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I was in alpha Jace's office doing my usual cleaning. Looking out the window, I saw my alpha talking to the new beta whose name I still can't memorize.I actually didn't bother asking. I don't like him since he replaced dad. Seeing alpha Jace smiling to other pack members kind of hurts since he never did that to me. I was about to leave the office feeling relieved that I didn't meet him and I was finally able to take Hazel my wolf for a run both her and I needed to get some fresh air. But my relief didn't last long since alpha Jace came in. The moment he saw me the smile on his lips turned into a scowl. I already started feeling terrible the moment I saw his figure so I bowed to him and tried to leave, the keyword "tried". The moment I passed by him he pulled me to him holding my hand roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little ? I don't remember telling you to move ." His voice was poisonous. "I already finished my chores so I'm leaving alpha." you are probably thinking why would my alpha treat me this way if he's so loved by our pack. well, it's very complicated but I'll explain. My father and alpha Jace were like brothers, or so I thought. 6 years ago, our pack; the Fullmoon pack; was attacked by rogues. They were so strong, stronger than our pack warriors, and destroyed everything that was in their way. We lost more than half of our members including my mom and our Luna. We were more than devastated. Many went through the pain of losing their mates including my Dad and Alpha Jace. Both having lost their significant ones were unable to even function properly for weeks. Our situation was miserable. It took us more than a year to get on our feet but we barely held on. We were under constant threat. 4 years after the attack, Alpha Jace decided to take a chosen mate. It was a treaty between our pack and the Scarlet Moon pack. The strongest pack in the country . Their alpha is now said to be the crueslest Alpha ever; Alpha Noah Black . The new Luna is his aunt actually . the one who raised him they said . They say she never found her mate until not until she met my father . It turns out he was her mate . And so the treaty was not going to happen . But she somehow convinced her nephew to keep it for the sake of my father. However our alpha refused. He was outraged and blinded by anger . He accused my father of stealing his mate . And kicked him out of the pack . So he was taken in by the Scarlet Moon pack and became one of them . None of the other pack members know about this . Alpha Jace told them that he was happy for Klaus (dad) and even though he is no longer one of us ; he'll always remain like a brother to him . He told me the truth though. He even refused to let me go with dad or even visit him. He kept saying all sort of things . And of course made me his "personal assistant ". I had to clean his room and office , wash his clothes , do some of his paperwork and of course hear him badmouthing me without saying anything. He was a hypocrite. He made me feel inferior to everyone even though on the surface he treated me like a daughter . It was painful . I easily became alone and isolated. I felt like everyone will diss me if I got closer to them . I had one friend, only her could relieve my anxiety. Miley was the only one I could talk to beside Hazel. She didn't know the truth though. She didn't know that her uncle blames me and my father about losing his second chance to happiness. I was so spaced out I didn't hear a word of what alpha Jace was saying . I only came back to reality when he shook me violently. "Hey, slut Are you listening? "He said his eyes slightly changing color. "Sorry alpha. I wasn't paying attention." " We should shift and kick his little flat ass" Hazel had a bit of a nasty mouth. I love her though. " have lost your mind. He's an alpha. Shut up " I shut her off and turn back to alpha Jace. He was still staring down at me angrily. "Next time when I'm talking to you. pay attention !" he said trying to calm himself. "Sorry Alpha," I said apologetically. He has never physically
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I was in alpha Jace's office doing my usual cleaning. Looking out the window, I saw my alpha talking to the new beta whose name I still can't memorize.I actually didn't bother asking. I don't like him since he replaced dad. Seeing alpha Jace smiling to other pack members kind of hurts since he never did that to me. I was about to leave the office feeling relieved that I didn't meet him and I was finally able to take Hazel my wolf for a run both her and I needed to get some fresh air. But my relief didn't last long since alpha Jace came in. The moment he saw me the smile on his lips turned into a scowl. I already started feeling terrible the moment I saw his figure so I bowed to him and tried to leave, the keyword "tried". The moment I passed by him he pulled me to him holding my hand roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little ? I don't remember telling you to move ." His voice was poisonous. "I already finished my chores so I'm leaving alpha." you are probably thinking why would my alpha treat me this way if he's so loved by our pack. well, it's very complicated but I'll explain. My father and alpha Jace were like brothers, or so I thought. 6 years ago, our pack; the Fullmoon pack; was attacked by rogues. They were so strong, stronger than our pack warriors, and destroyed everything that was in their way. We lost more than half of our members including my mom and our Luna. We were more than devastated. Many went through the pain of losing their mates including my Dad and Alpha Jace. Both having lost their significant ones were unable to even function properly for weeks. Our situation was miserable. It took us more than a year to get on our feet but we barely held on. We were under constant threat. 4 years after the attack, Alpha Jace decided to take a chosen mate. It was a treaty between our pack and the Scarlet Moon pack. The strongest pack in the country . Their alpha is now said to be the crueslest Alpha ever; Alpha Noah Black . The new Luna is his aunt actually . the one who raised him they said . They say she never found her mate until not until she met my father . It turns out he was her mate . And so the treaty was not going to happen . But she somehow convinced her nephew to keep it for the sake of my father. However our alpha refused. He was outraged and blinded by anger . He accused my father of stealing his mate . And kicked him out of the pack . So he was taken in by the Scarlet Moon pack and became one of them . None of the other pack members know about this . Alpha Jace told them that he was happy for Klaus (dad) and even though he is no longer one of us ; he'll always remain like a brother to him . He told me the truth though. He even refused to let me go with dad or even visit him. He kept saying all sort of things . And of course made me his "personal assistant ". I had to clean his room and office , wash his clothes , do some of his paperwork and of course hear him badmouthing me without saying anything. He was a hypocrite. He made me feel inferior to everyone even though on the surface he treated me like a daughter . It was painful . I easily became alone and isolated. I felt like everyone will diss me if I got closer to them . I had one friend, only her could relieve my anxiety. Miley was the only one I could talk to beside Hazel. She didn't know the truth though. She didn't know that her uncle blames me and my father about losing his second chance to happiness. I was so spaced out I didn't hear a word of what alpha Jace was saying . I only came back to reality when he shook me violently. "Hey, slut Are you listening? "He said his eyes slightly changing color. "Sorry alpha. I wasn't paying attention." " We should shift and kick his little flat ass" Hazel had a bit of a nasty mouth. I love her though. " have lost your mind. He's an alpha. Shut up " I shut her off and turn back to alpha Jace. He was still staring down at me angrily. "Next time when I'm talking to you. pay attention !" he said trying to calm himself. "Sorry Alpha," I said apologetically. He has never physically
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I was in alpha Jace's office doing my usual cleaning. Looking out the window, I saw my alpha talking to the new beta whose name I still can't memorize.I actually didn't bother asking. I don't like him since he replaced dad. Seeing alpha Jace smiling to other pack members kind of hurts since he never did that to me. I was about to leave the office feeling relieved that I didn't meet him and I was finally able to take Hazel my wolf for a run both her and I needed to get some fresh air. But my relief didn't last long since alpha Jace came in. The moment he saw me the smile on his lips turned into a scowl. I already started feeling terrible the moment I saw his figure so I bowed to him and tried to leave, the keyword "tried". The moment I passed by him he pulled me to him holding my hand roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little ? I don't remember telling you to move ." His voice was poisonous. "I already finished my chores so I'm leaving alpha." you are probably thinking why would my alpha treat me this way if he's so loved by our pack. well, it's very complicated but I'll explain. My father and alpha Jace were like brothers, or so I thought. 6 years ago, our pack; the Fullmoon pack; was attacked by rogues. They were so strong, stronger than our pack warriors, and destroyed everything that was in their way. We lost more than half of our members including my mom and our Luna. We were more than devastated. Many went through the pain of losing their mates including my Dad and Alpha Jace. Both having lost their significant ones were unable to even function properly for weeks. Our situation was miserable. It took us more than a year to get on our feet but we barely held on. We were under constant threat. 4 years after the attack, Alpha Jace decided to take a chosen mate. It was a treaty between our pack and the Scarlet Moon pack. The strongest pack in the country . Their alpha is now said to be the crueslest Alpha ever; Alpha Noah Black . The new Luna is his aunt actually . the one who raised him they said . They say she never found her mate until not until she met my father . It turns out he was her mate . And so the treaty was not going to happen . But she somehow convinced her nephew to keep it for the sake of my father. However our alpha refused. He was outraged and blinded by anger . He accused my father of stealing his mate . And kicked him out of the pack . So he was taken in by the Scarlet Moon pack and became one of them . None of the other pack members know about this . Alpha Jace told them that he was happy for Klaus (dad) and even though he is no longer one of us ; he'll always remain like a brother to him . He told me the truth though. He even refused to let me go with dad or even visit him. He kept saying all sort of things . And of course made me his "personal assistant ". I had to clean his room and office , wash his clothes , do some of his paperwork and of course hear him badmouthing me without saying anything. He was a hypocrite. He made me feel inferior to everyone even though on the surface he treated me like a daughter . It was painful . I easily became alone and isolated. I felt like everyone will diss me if I got closer to them . I had one friend, only her could relieve my anxiety. Miley was the only one I could talk to beside Hazel. She didn't know the truth though. She didn't know that her uncle blames me and my father about losing his second chance to happiness. I was so spaced out I didn't hear a word of what alpha Jace was saying . I only came back to reality when he shook me violently. "Hey, slut Are you listening? "He said his eyes slightly changing color. "Sorry alpha. I wasn't paying attention." " We should shift and kick his little flat ass" Hazel had a bit of a nasty mouth. I love her though. " have lost your mind. He's an alpha. Shut up " I shut her off and turn back to alpha Jace. He was still staring down at me angrily. "Next time when I'm talking to you. pay attention !" he said trying to calm himself. "Sorry Alpha," I said apologetically. He has never physically
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“Matty, calm down. You are going to be fine. Trust me,” Alaia said. This woman had somehow become my best friend, little sister, and Luna all rolled up in one tiny and fierce package. She was amazing and always knew when I needed her to keep me grounded. “What if she says no, Bean? I can’t handle that right now. Maybe this is all too soon? We should just keep dating casually, at least that way I get to still see her. If she turns me down, that will be it for us.” “You’re just asking her to be your girlfriend Matt, you’re not asking her to marry you, at least not yet any way. You are a Gamma; you’ve dealt with situations far more stressful.” I had found Taylor six months ago in a strip club. No, strip clubs were never my thing, but we were there for Xander and Alexi’s joint bachelor party. When I smelled her cinnamon and vanilla scent, it took over my world. I knew she was mine. She was a server and came to our booth dressed as a bunny, an almost naked bunny. Seeing her that way both turned me on and infuriated me. I wanted to touch and taste her while also protecting her from the eyes of other men at the same time. In less than thirty seconds, she had become my world, my everything, but she barely noticed me. She was human. The most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. She had the most incredible chocolate brown skin. It was flawless and pair that with her emerald green eyes, she was a vision. Her long brown hair that I wanted to tangle my fingers in was pulled back and hung to the middle of her back. She had curves in all the right places, and the black high heels she wore made her legs and ass even more prominent. I wanted those heels in the air, those legs spread far apart, and that ass...I wanted sinfully dirty things for it. She walked out of our booth unaffected by me. It was floored. I don’t want to sound cocky, but no woman has ever, in my entire life, been unaffected by me. I stood 6’3 tall and had all the muscle tone and definition you would expect from a warrior werewolf. We were continuously outdoors so I kept a summer tan all year round. Dirty blonde hair, baby blue, eyes, and a perfect white smile. I had eyes, I was a good-looking guy, no doubt about it. And on top of that, I was a male on the Stone family tree. Many years ago, one of my male ancestors was cursed by a witch. She had fallen in love with him, but she wasn’t his mate. And he was saving his heart for his one true love. Out of anger, she cursed him and all the men to ever come from him. We would be irresistible to all women, young or old, it didn’t matter. Even homosexual women, it made no difference. The only thing that would stop our appeal was if that woman were to become marked, or if we men found and marked our own mate. Otherwise, it was a bevy of women throwing themselves at you every minute of every day. On the outside it sounds like anything but a curse, but actually it’s horrible. You never have room to just breath or be by yourself. Girls sneak into your room at night when you’re sleeping and try to do it with you. You can never know if they truly like you, or they are just compelled to. And it’s hard to keep male friends because they always think their girlfriends will leave them for you. Needless to say, with all that I had going on, when she just smiled at me then walked away, any doubts of her being my mate vanished. I took her out that same night, and every free moment I’ve had since has been spent with her. “Matt, no woman would spend almost every single moment with a man she has no intention of getting serious with. You two have been inseparable for months. She’ll say yes. And then you can finally bring her home to meet the family.” And that was another thing. I hadn’t yet told her I was a wolf. I was too afraid of scaring her off. I had made a mess of this whole thing big time and now I was panicking. “I’ll just call her and cancel or reschedule.” I picked up my phone and looked at the screen. I was ready to make the call and let my fear take over. But her perfect face lit up my scre
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I was in alpha Jace's office doing my usual cleaning. Looking out the window, I saw my alpha talking to the new beta whose name I still can't memorize.I actually didn't bother asking. I don't like him since he replaced dad. Seeing alpha Jace smiling to other pack members kind of hurts since he never did that to me. I was about to leave the office feeling relieved that I didn't meet him and I was finally able to take Hazel my wolf for a run both her and I needed to get some fresh air. But my relief didn't last long since alpha Jace came in. The moment he saw me the smile on his lips turned into a scowl. I already started feeling terrible the moment I saw his figure so I bowed to him and tried to leave, the keyword "tried". The moment I passed by him he pulled me to him holding my hand roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little ? I don't remember telling you to move ." His voice was poisonous. "I already finished my chores so I'm leaving alpha." you are probably thinking why would my alpha treat me this way if he's so loved by our pack. well, it's very complicated but I'll explain. My father and alpha Jace were like brothers, or so I thought. 6 years ago, our pack; the Fullmoon pack; was attacked by rogues. They were so strong, stronger than our pack warriors, and destroyed everything that was in their way. We lost more than half of our members including my mom and our Luna. We were more than devastated. Many went through the pain of losing their mates including my Dad and Alpha Jace. Both having lost their significant ones were unable to even function properly for weeks. Our situation was miserable. It took us more than a year to get on our feet but we barely held on. We were under constant threat. 4 years after the attack, Alpha Jace decided to take a chosen mate. It was a treaty between our pack and the Scarlet Moon pack. The strongest pack in the country . Their alpha is now said to be the crueslest Alpha ever; Alpha Noah Black . The new Luna is his aunt actually . the one who raised him they said . They say she never found her mate until not until she met my father . It turns out he was her mate . And so the treaty was not going to happen . But she somehow convinced her nephew to keep it for the sake of my father. However our alpha refused. He was outraged and blinded by anger . He accused my father of stealing his mate . And kicked him out of the pack . So he was taken in by the Scarlet Moon pack and became one of them . None of the other pack members know about this . Alpha Jace told them that he was happy for Klaus (dad) and even though he is no longer one of us ; he'll always remain like a brother to him . He told me the truth though. He even refused to let me go with dad or even visit him. He kept saying all sort of things . And of course made me his "personal assistant ". I had to clean his room and office , wash his clothes , do some of his paperwork and of course hear him badmouthing me without saying anything. He was a hypocrite. He made me feel inferior to everyone even though on the surface he treated me like a daughter . It was painful . I easily became alone and isolated. I felt like everyone will diss me if I got closer to them . I had one friend, only her could relieve my anxiety. Miley was the only one I could talk to beside Hazel. She didn't know the truth though. She didn't know that her uncle blames me and my father about losing his second chance to happiness. I was so spaced out I didn't hear a word of what alpha Jace was saying . I only came back to reality when he shook me violently. "Hey, slut Are you listening? "He said his eyes slightly changing color. "Sorry alpha. I wasn't paying attention." " We should shift and kick his little flat ass" Hazel had a bit of a nasty mouth. I love her though. " have lost your mind. He's an alpha. Shut up " I shut her off and turn back to alpha Jace. He was still staring down at me angrily. "Next time when I'm talking to you. pay attention !" he said trying to calm himself. "Sorry Alpha," I said apologetically. He has never physically
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I was in alpha Jace's office doing my usual cleaning. Looking out the window, I saw my alpha talking to the new beta whose name I still can't memorize.I actually didn't bother asking. I don't like him since he replaced dad. Seeing alpha Jace smiling to other pack members kind of hurts since he never did that to me. I was about to leave the office feeling relieved that I didn't meet him and I was finally able to take Hazel my wolf for a run both her and I needed to get some fresh air. But my relief didn't last long since alpha Jace came in. The moment he saw me the smile on his lips turned into a scowl. I already started feeling terrible the moment I saw his figure so I bowed to him and tried to leave, the keyword "tried". The moment I passed by him he pulled me to him holding my hand roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little ? I don't remember telling you to move ." His voice was poisonous. "I already finished my chores so I'm leaving alpha." you are probably thinking why would my alpha treat me this way if he's so loved by our pack. well, it's very complicated but I'll explain. My father and alpha Jace were like brothers, or so I thought. 6 years ago, our pack; the Fullmoon pack; was attacked by rogues. They were so strong, stronger than our pack warriors, and destroyed everything that was in their way. We lost more than half of our members including my mom and our Luna. We were more than devastated. Many went through the pain of losing their mates including my Dad and Alpha Jace. Both having lost their significant ones were unable to even function properly for weeks. Our situation was miserable. It took us more than a year to get on our feet but we barely held on. We were under constant threat. 4 years after the attack, Alpha Jace decided to take a chosen mate. It was a treaty between our pack and the Scarlet Moon pack. The strongest pack in the country . Their alpha is now said to be the crueslest Alpha ever; Alpha Noah Black . The new Luna is his aunt actually . the one who raised him they said . They say she never found her mate until not until she met my father . It turns out he was her mate . And so the treaty was not going to happen . But she somehow convinced her nephew to keep it for the sake of my father. However our alpha refused. He was outraged and blinded by anger . He accused my father of stealing his mate . And kicked him out of the pack . So he was taken in by the Scarlet Moon pack and became one of them . None of the other pack members know about this . Alpha Jace told them that he was happy for Klaus (dad) and even though he is no longer one of us ; he'll always remain like a brother to him . He told me the truth though. He even refused to let me go with dad or even visit him. He kept saying all sort of things . And of course made me his "personal assistant ". I had to clean his room and office , wash his clothes , do some of his paperwork and of course hear him badmouthing me without saying anything. He was a hypocrite. He made me feel inferior to everyone even though on the surface he treated me like a daughter . It was painful . I easily became alone and isolated. I felt like everyone will diss me if I got closer to them . I had one friend, only her could relieve my anxiety. Miley was the only one I could talk to beside Hazel. She didn't know the truth though. She didn't know that her uncle blames me and my father about losing his second chance to happiness. I was so spaced out I didn't hear a word of what alpha Jace was saying . I only came back to reality when he shook me violently. "Hey, slut Are you listening? "He said his eyes slightly changing color. "Sorry alpha. I wasn't paying attention." " We should shift and kick his little flat ass" Hazel had a bit of a nasty mouth. I love her though. " have lost your mind. He's an alpha. Shut up " I shut her off and turn back to alpha Jace. He was still staring down at me angrily. "Next time when I'm talking to you. pay attention !" he said trying to calm himself. "Sorry Alpha," I said apologetically. He has never physically
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My hands shook as I rammed all my essentials into the tight, black backpack that I had. He'd gone too far this time. My guardian had stumbled home drunk, cursing at me, threatening all sorts of things. Of course, him being a Beta - even though he'd left his pack, taking me with him, he still held the title - really didn't help me. He was much stronger than me, and when he'd tried to force himself on me, I couldn't push him off. Luckily, he'd passed out before he'd managed to unbuckle his pants, but still, I wasn't going to risk that again, the pain, the anger and the unmistakable fear. The gut-wrenching feeling that he was going to take away the one thing I still had left; my innocence. I left the house at a run, the bright moon shone down on my black hair, I loved the black jeans and Fall Out Boy shirt I had on, but I knew that if I wanted to be out of Locksley before dawn, then I had to hurry. I felt my blood move, my bones shift and suddenly I was on four paws, not two feet. I hoisted my backpack onto my back and tore through the forest behind the village at a treacherous speed. In a way, I was thankful that I wasn't in a pack; I wouldn't be tracked, and from the stories I'd heard, and the things I'd witnessed, I never wanted a pack. Or a mate. The stars guided me, the moon gave me the light and the huge trees, that touched the sky, offered me shelter. My paws dug into the soft mud, my heart and soul felt blissful at being able to run free in wolf form. I was a black wolf - the colour of my hair - with a few lighter patches here and there. My wolf colour wasn't uncommon, and I was grateful. About two hours after I'd left, I found my destination. For now. I'd always known that out here - wherever 'out here' was - there was a tiny one room cottage. It would tide me over until I moved elsewhere. My bones expanded as I shifted back, the shift wasn't painful anymore and I stretched my muscles out as I opened the door, there was no key, but there was a lock that I would be using tonight. I lit the candle in the corner of the room. There was a mini fridge hooked up to a generator, a small radio on the wooden coffee table and a rather large sofa that dominated most of the room. I walked over to the one solitary window and closed the floral-patterned curtains. The floor was a darker oak wood, and the walls were a lighter wood. It would suffice. For now. The cottage already seemed more welcoming that my last house. Probably because there's no abusive ass-hole here, I thought dryly. The next day, I fell off the sofa with a thump. I brushed my hands through my glossy hair, pulled on another pair of black jeans, some white converse and a plain red shirt. I was eager to start exploring my newfound freedom. I looked at my features in the broken piece of mirror I had brought with me. My green eyes now had a fire to them that hadn't been there before. I had a small nose and strong cheekbones and my fringe came down to my rounded chin. I really needed to get it cut. I pushed myself up from the floor and decided that as it was light outside, and it wasn't too cold, I'd walk in my human form. Outside, it looked the same as it had last night. An expanse of humongous trees towered overhead, they looked like pine trees, but there was no way for me to be sure. I wasn't an expert on trees. The mud was considerably drier than the night before and I could now hear the sounds of nature with my heightened senses. As I walked, I thought. I was finally free; I could officially do what I wanted. I hadn't actually graduated school, but I'd taken my exams and gotten good results. Maybe the best thing for me to was to hide myself in a human settlement and ignore the werewolf world. I didn't want to be surrounded by their savage and cruel ways; their thirst for blood and revenge. The thing that worried me the most, though, was finding a mate. I thought the whole concept of a mate was a bit sexist. The she-wolf had to move in with the male-wolf, who was instantly more protective and possessive over her; females could defend themselves perfectly well, tha
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I was in alpha Jace's office doing my usual cleaning. Looking out the window, I saw my alpha talking to the new beta whose name I still can't memorize.I actually didn't bother asking. I don't like him since he replaced dad. Seeing alpha Jace smiling to other pack members kind of hurts since he never did that to me. I was about to leave the office feeling relieved that I didn't meet him and I was finally able to take Hazel my wolf for a run both her and I needed to get some fresh air. But my relief didn't last long since alpha Jace came in. The moment he saw me the smile on his lips turned into a scowl. I already started feeling terrible the moment I saw his figure so I bowed to him and tried to leave, the keyword "tried". The moment I passed by him he pulled me to him holding my hand roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little ? I don't remember telling you to move ." His voice was poisonous. "I already finished my chores so I'm leaving alpha." you are probably thinking why would my alpha treat me this way if he's so loved by our pack. well, it's very complicated but I'll explain. My father and alpha Jace were like brothers, or so I thought. 6 years ago, our pack; the Fullmoon pack; was attacked by rogues. They were so strong, stronger than our pack warriors, and destroyed everything that was in their way. We lost more than half of our members including my mom and our Luna. We were more than devastated. Many went through the pain of losing their mates including my Dad and Alpha Jace. Both having lost their significant ones were unable to even function properly for weeks. Our situation was miserable. It took us more than a year to get on our feet but we barely held on. We were under constant threat. 4 years after the attack, Alpha Jace decided to take a chosen mate. It was a treaty between our pack and the Scarlet Moon pack. The strongest pack in the country . Their alpha is now said to be the crueslest Alpha ever; Alpha Noah Black . The new Luna is his aunt actually . the one who raised him they said . They say she never found her mate until not until she met my father . It turns out he was her mate . And so the treaty was not going to happen . But she somehow convinced her nephew to keep it for the sake of my father. However our alpha refused. He was outraged and blinded by anger . He accused my father of stealing his mate . And kicked him out of the pack . So he was taken in by the Scarlet Moon pack and became one of them . None of the other pack members know about this . Alpha Jace told them that he was happy for Klaus (dad) and even though he is no longer one of us ; he'll always remain like a brother to him . He told me the truth though. He even refused to let me go with dad or even visit him. He kept saying all sort of things . And of course made me his "personal assistant ". I had to clean his room and office , wash his clothes , do some of his paperwork and of course hear him badmouthing me without saying anything. He was a hypocrite. He made me feel inferior to everyone even though on the surface he treated me like a daughter . It was painful . I easily became alone and isolated. I felt like everyone will diss me if I got closer to them . I had one friend, only her could relieve my anxiety. Miley was the only one I could talk to beside Hazel. She didn't know the truth though. She didn't know that her uncle blames me and my father about losing his second chance to happiness. I was so spaced out I didn't hear a word of what alpha Jace was saying . I only came back to reality when he shook me violently. "Hey, slut Are you listening? "He said his eyes slightly changing color. "Sorry alpha. I wasn't paying attention." " We should shift and kick his little flat ass" Hazel had a bit of a nasty mouth. I love her though. " have lost your mind. He's an alpha. Shut up " I shut her off and turn back to alpha Jace. He was still staring down at me angrily. "Next time when I'm talking to you. pay attention !" he said trying to calm himself. "Sorry Alpha," I said apologetically. He has never physically
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I was in alpha Jace's office doing my usual cleaning. Looking out the window, I saw my alpha talking to the new beta whose name I still can't memorize.I actually didn't bother asking. I don't like him since he replaced dad. Seeing alpha Jace smiling to other pack members kind of hurts since he never did that to me. I was about to leave the office feeling relieved that I didn't meet him and I was finally able to take Hazel my wolf for a run both her and I needed to get some fresh air. But my relief didn't last long since alpha Jace came in. The moment he saw me the smile on his lips turned into a scowl. I already started feeling terrible the moment I saw his figure so I bowed to him and tried to leave, the keyword "tried". The moment I passed by him he pulled me to him holding my hand roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little ? I don't remember telling you to move ." His voice was poisonous. "I already finished my chores so I'm leaving alpha." you are probably thinking why would my alpha treat me this way if he's so loved by our pack. well, it's very complicated but I'll explain. My father and alpha Jace were like brothers, or so I thought. 6 years ago, our pack; the Fullmoon pack; was attacked by rogues. They were so strong, stronger than our pack warriors, and destroyed everything that was in their way. We lost more than half of our members including my mom and our Luna. We were more than devastated. Many went through the pain of losing their mates including my Dad and Alpha Jace. Both having lost their significant ones were unable to even function properly for weeks. Our situation was miserable. It took us more than a year to get on our feet but we barely held on. We were under constant threat. 4 years after the attack, Alpha Jace decided to take a chosen mate. It was a treaty between our pack and the Scarlet Moon pack. The strongest pack in the country . Their alpha is now said to be the crueslest Alpha ever; Alpha Noah Black . The new Luna is his aunt actually . the one who raised him they said . They say she never found her mate until not until she met my father . It turns out he was her mate . And so the treaty was not going to happen . But she somehow convinced her nephew to keep it for the sake of my father. However our alpha refused. He was outraged and blinded by anger . He accused my father of stealing his mate . And kicked him out of the pack . So he was taken in by the Scarlet Moon pack and became one of them . None of the other pack members know about this . Alpha Jace told them that he was happy for Klaus (dad) and even though he is no longer one of us ; he'll always remain like a brother to him . He told me the truth though. He even refused to let me go with dad or even visit him. He kept saying all sort of things . And of course made me his "personal assistant ". I had to clean his room and office , wash his clothes , do some of his paperwork and of course hear him badmouthing me without saying anything. He was a hypocrite. He made me feel inferior to everyone even though on the surface he treated me like a daughter . It was painful . I easily became alone and isolated. I felt like everyone will diss me if I got closer to them . I had one friend, only her could relieve my anxiety. Miley was the only one I could talk to beside Hazel. She didn't know the truth though. She didn't know that her uncle blames me and my father about losing his second chance to happiness. I was so spaced out I didn't hear a word of what alpha Jace was saying . I only came back to reality when he shook me violently. "Hey, slut Are you listening? "He said his eyes slightly changing color. "Sorry alpha. I wasn't paying attention." " We should shift and kick his little flat ass" Hazel had a bit of a nasty mouth. I love her though. " have lost your mind. He's an alpha. Shut up " I shut her off and turn back to alpha Jace. He was still staring down at me angrily. "Next time when I'm talking to you. pay attention !" he said trying to calm himself. "Sorry Alpha," I said apologetically. He has never physically
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I was in alpha Jace's office doing my usual cleaning. Looking out the window, I saw my alpha talking to the new beta whose name I still can't memorize.I actually didn't bother asking. I don't like him since he replaced dad. Seeing alpha Jace smiling to other pack members kind of hurts since he never did that to me. I was about to leave the office feeling relieved that I didn't meet him and I was finally able to take Hazel my wolf for a run both her and I needed to get some fresh air. But my relief didn't last long since alpha Jace came in. The moment he saw me the smile on his lips turned into a scowl. I already started feeling terrible the moment I saw his figure so I bowed to him and tried to leave, the keyword "tried". The moment I passed by him he pulled me to him holding my hand roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little ? I don't remember telling you to move ." His voice was poisonous. "I already finished my chores so I'm leaving alpha." you are probably thinking why would my alpha treat me this way if he's so loved by our pack. well, it's very complicated but I'll explain. My father and alpha Jace were like brothers, or so I thought. 6 years ago, our pack; the Fullmoon pack; was attacked by rogues. They were so strong, stronger than our pack warriors, and destroyed everything that was in their way. We lost more than half of our members including my mom and our Luna. We were more than devastated. Many went through the pain of losing their mates including my Dad and Alpha Jace. Both having lost their significant ones were unable to even function properly for weeks. Our situation was miserable. It took us more than a year to get on our feet but we barely held on. We were under constant threat. 4 years after the attack, Alpha Jace decided to take a chosen mate. It was a treaty between our pack and the Scarlet Moon pack. The strongest pack in the country . Their alpha is now said to be the crueslest Alpha ever; Alpha Noah Black . The new Luna is his aunt actually . the one who raised him they said . They say she never found her mate until not until she met my father . It turns out he was her mate . And so the treaty was not going to happen . But she somehow convinced her nephew to keep it for the sake of my father. However our alpha refused. He was outraged and blinded by anger . He accused my father of stealing his mate . And kicked him out of the pack . So he was taken in by the Scarlet Moon pack and became one of them . None of the other pack members know about this . Alpha Jace told them that he was happy for Klaus (dad) and even though he is no longer one of us ; he'll always remain like a brother to him . He told me the truth though. He even refused to let me go with dad or even visit him. He kept saying all sort of things . And of course made me his "personal assistant ". I had to clean his room and office , wash his clothes , do some of his paperwork and of course hear him badmouthing me without saying anything. He was a hypocrite. He made me feel inferior to everyone even though on the surface he treated me like a daughter . It was painful . I easily became alone and isolated. I felt like everyone will diss me if I got closer to them . I had one friend, only her could relieve my anxiety. Miley was the only one I could talk to beside Hazel. She didn't know the truth though. She didn't know that her uncle blames me and my father about losing his second chance to happiness. I was so spaced out I didn't hear a word of what alpha Jace was saying . I only came back to reality when he shook me violently. "Hey, slut Are you listening? "He said his eyes slightly changing color. "Sorry alpha. I wasn't paying attention." " We should shift and kick his little flat ass" Hazel had a bit of a nasty mouth. I love her though. " have lost your mind. He's an alpha. Shut up " I shut her off and turn back to alpha Jace. He was still staring down at me angrily. "Next time when I'm talking to you. pay attention !" he said trying to calm himself. "Sorry Alpha," I said apologetically. He has never physically
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I was in alpha Jace's office doing my usual cleaning. Looking out the window, I saw my alpha talking to the new beta whose name I still can't memorize.I actually didn't bother asking. I don't like him since he replaced dad. Seeing alpha Jace smiling to other pack members kind of hurts since he never did that to me. I was about to leave the office feeling relieved that I didn't meet him and I was finally able to take Hazel my wolf for a run both her and I needed to get some fresh air. But my relief didn't last long since alpha Jace came in. The moment he saw me the smile on his lips turned into a scowl. I already started feeling terrible the moment I saw his figure so I bowed to him and tried to leave, the keyword "tried". The moment I passed by him he pulled me to him holding my hand roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little ? I don't remember telling you to move ." His voice was poisonous. "I already finished my chores so I'm leaving alpha." you are probably thinking why would my alpha treat me this way if he's so loved by our pack. well, it's very complicated but I'll explain. My father and alpha Jace were like brothers, or so I thought. 6 years ago, our pack; the Fullmoon pack; was attacked by rogues. They were so strong, stronger than our pack warriors, and destroyed everything that was in their way. We lost more than half of our members including my mom and our Luna. We were more than devastated. Many went through the pain of losing their mates including my Dad and Alpha Jace. Both having lost their significant ones were unable to even function properly for weeks. Our situation was miserable. It took us more than a year to get on our feet but we barely held on. We were under constant threat. 4 years after the attack, Alpha Jace decided to take a chosen mate. It was a treaty between our pack and the Scarlet Moon pack. The strongest pack in the country . Their alpha is now said to be the crueslest Alpha ever; Alpha Noah Black . The new Luna is his aunt actually . the one who raised him they said . They say she never found her mate until not until she met my father . It turns out he was her mate . And so the treaty was not going to happen . But she somehow convinced her nephew to keep it for the sake of my father. However our alpha refused. He was outraged and blinded by anger . He accused my father of stealing his mate . And kicked him out of the pack . So he was taken in by the Scarlet Moon pack and became one of them . None of the other pack members know about this . Alpha Jace told them that he was happy for Klaus (dad) and even though he is no longer one of us ; he'll always remain like a brother to him . He told me the truth though. He even refused to let me go with dad or even visit him. He kept saying all sort of things . And of course made me his "personal assistant ". I had to clean his room and office , wash his clothes , do some of his paperwork and of course hear him badmouthing me without saying anything. He was a hypocrite. He made me feel inferior to everyone even though on the surface he treated me like a daughter . It was painful . I easily became alone and isolated. I felt like everyone will diss me if I got closer to them . I had one friend, only her could relieve my anxiety. Miley was the only one I could talk to beside Hazel. She didn't know the truth though. She didn't know that her uncle blames me and my father about losing his second chance to happiness. I was so spaced out I didn't hear a word of what alpha Jace was saying . I only came back to reality when he shook me violently. "Hey, slut Are you listening? "He said his eyes slightly changing color. "Sorry alpha. I wasn't paying attention." " We should shift and kick his little flat ass" Hazel had a bit of a nasty mouth. I love her though. " have lost your mind. He's an alpha. Shut up " I shut her off and turn back to alpha Jace. He was still staring down at me angrily. "Next time when I'm talking to you. pay attention !" he said trying to calm himself. "Sorry Alpha," I said apologetically. He has never physically
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I was in alpha Jace's office doing my usual cleaning. Looking out the window, I saw my alpha talking to the new beta whose name I still can't memorize.I actually didn't bother asking. I don't like him since he replaced dad. Seeing alpha Jace smiling to other pack members kind of hurts since he never did that to me. I was about to leave the office feeling relieved that I didn't meet him and I was finally able to take Hazel my wolf for a run both her and I needed to get some fresh air. But my relief didn't last long since alpha Jace came in. The moment he saw me the smile on his lips turned into a scowl. I already started feeling terrible the moment I saw his figure so I bowed to him and tried to leave, the keyword "tried". The moment I passed by him he pulled me to him holding my hand roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little ? I don't remember telling you to move ." His voice was poisonous. "I already finished my chores so I'm leaving alpha." you are probably thinking why would my alpha treat me this way if he's so loved by our pack. well, it's very complicated but I'll explain. My father and alpha Jace were like brothers, or so I thought. 6 years ago, our pack; the Fullmoon pack; was attacked by rogues. They were so strong, stronger than our pack warriors, and destroyed everything that was in their way. We lost more than half of our members including my mom and our Luna. We were more than devastated. Many went through the pain of losing their mates including my Dad and Alpha Jace. Both having lost their significant ones were unable to even function properly for weeks. Our situation was miserable. It took us more than a year to get on our feet but we barely held on. We were under constant threat. 4 years after the attack, Alpha Jace decided to take a chosen mate. It was a treaty between our pack and the Scarlet Moon pack. The strongest pack in the country . Their alpha is now said to be the crueslest Alpha ever; Alpha Noah Black . The new Luna is his aunt actually . the one who raised him they said . They say she never found her mate until not until she met my father . It turns out he was her mate . And so the treaty was not going to happen . But she somehow convinced her nephew to keep it for the sake of my father. However our alpha refused. He was outraged and blinded by anger . He accused my father of stealing his mate . And kicked him out of the pack . So he was taken in by the Scarlet Moon pack and became one of them . None of the other pack members know about this . Alpha Jace told them that he was happy for Klaus (dad) and even though he is no longer one of us ; he'll always remain like a brother to him . He told me the truth though. He even refused to let me go with dad or even visit him. He kept saying all sort of things . And of course made me his "personal assistant ". I had to clean his room and office , wash his clothes , do some of his paperwork and of course hear him badmouthing me without saying anything. He was a hypocrite. He made me feel inferior to everyone even though on the surface he treated me like a daughter . It was painful . I easily became alone and isolated. I felt like everyone will diss me if I got closer to them . I had one friend, only her could relieve my anxiety. Miley was the only one I could talk to beside Hazel. She didn't know the truth though. She didn't know that her uncle blames me and my father about losing his second chance to happiness. I was so spaced out I didn't hear a word of what alpha Jace was saying . I only came back to reality when he shook me violently. "Hey, slut Are you listening? "He said his eyes slightly changing color. "Sorry alpha. I wasn't paying attention." " We should shift and kick his little flat ass" Hazel had a bit of a nasty mouth. I love her though. " have lost your mind. He's an alpha. Shut up " I shut her off and turn back to alpha Jace. He was still staring down at me angrily. "Next time when I'm talking to you. pay attention !" he said trying to calm himself. "Sorry Alpha," I said apologetically. He has never physically
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I was in alpha Jace's office doing my usual cleaning. Looking out the window, I saw my alpha talking to the new beta whose name I still can't memorize.I actually didn't bother asking. I don't like him since he replaced dad. Seeing alpha Jace smiling to other pack members kind of hurts since he never did that to me. I was about to leave the office feeling relieved that I didn't meet him and I was finally able to take Hazel my wolf for a run both her and I needed to get some fresh air. But my relief didn't last long since alpha Jace came in. The moment he saw me the smile on his lips turned into a scowl. I already started feeling terrible the moment I saw his figure so I bowed to him and tried to leave, the keyword "tried". The moment I passed by him he pulled me to him holding my hand roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little ? I don't remember telling you to move ." His voice was poisonous. "I already finished my chores so I'm leaving alpha." you are probably thinking why would my alpha treat me this way if he's so loved by our pack. well, it's very complicated but I'll explain. My father and alpha Jace were like brothers, or so I thought. 6 years ago, our pack; the Fullmoon pack; was attacked by rogues. They were so strong, stronger than our pack warriors, and destroyed everything that was in their way. We lost more than half of our members including my mom and our Luna. We were more than devastated. Many went through the pain of losing their mates including my Dad and Alpha Jace. Both having lost their significant ones were unable to even function properly for weeks. Our situation was miserable. It took us more than a year to get on our feet but we barely held on. We were under constant threat. 4 years after the attack, Alpha Jace decided to take a chosen mate. It was a treaty between our pack and the Scarlet Moon pack. The strongest pack in the country . Their alpha is now said to be the crueslest Alpha ever; Alpha Noah Black . The new Luna is his aunt actually . the one who raised him they said . They say she never found her mate until not until she met my father . It turns out he was her mate . And so the treaty was not going to happen . But she somehow convinced her nephew to keep it for the sake of my father. However our alpha refused. He was outraged and blinded by anger . He accused my father of stealing his mate . And kicked him out of the pack . So he was taken in by the Scarlet Moon pack and became one of them . None of the other pack members know about this . Alpha Jace told them that he was happy for Klaus (dad) and even though he is no longer one of us ; he'll always remain like a brother to him . He told me the truth though. He even refused to let me go with dad or even visit him. He kept saying all sort of things . And of course made me his "personal assistant ". I had to clean his room and office , wash his clothes , do some of his paperwork and of course hear him badmouthing me without saying anything. He was a hypocrite. He made me feel inferior to everyone even though on the surface he treated me like a daughter . It was painful . I easily became alone and isolated. I felt like everyone will diss me if I got closer to them . I had one friend, only her could relieve my anxiety. Miley was the only one I could talk to beside Hazel. She didn't know the truth though. She didn't know that her uncle blames me and my father about losing his second chance to happiness. I was so spaced out I didn't hear a word of what alpha Jace was saying . I only came back to reality when he shook me violently. "Hey, slut Are you listening? "He said his eyes slightly changing color. "Sorry alpha. I wasn't paying attention." " We should shift and kick his little flat ass" Hazel had a bit of a nasty mouth. I love her though. " have lost your mind. He's an alpha. Shut up " I shut her off and turn back to alpha Jace. He was still staring down at me angrily. "Next time when I'm talking to you. pay attention !" he said trying to calm himself. "Sorry Alpha," I said apologetically. He has never physically
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I was in alpha Jace's office doing my usual cleaning. Looking out the window, I saw my alpha talking to the new beta whose name I still can't memorize.I actually didn't bother asking. I don't like him since he replaced dad. Seeing alpha Jace smiling to other pack members kind of hurts since he never did that to me. I was about to leave the office feeling relieved that I didn't meet him and I was finally able to take Hazel my wolf for a run both her and I needed to get some fresh air. But my relief didn't last long since alpha Jace came in. The moment he saw me the smile on his lips turned into a scowl. I already started feeling terrible the moment I saw his figure so I bowed to him and tried to leave, the keyword "tried". The moment I passed by him he pulled me to him holding my hand roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little ? I don't remember telling you to move ." His voice was poisonous. "I already finished my chores so I'm leaving alpha." you are probably thinking why would my alpha treat me this way if he's so loved by our pack. well, it's very complicated but I'll explain. My father and alpha Jace were like brothers, or so I thought. 6 years ago, our pack; the Fullmoon pack; was attacked by rogues. They were so strong, stronger than our pack warriors, and destroyed everything that was in their way. We lost more than half of our members including my mom and our Luna. We were more than devastated. Many went through the pain of losing their mates including my Dad and Alpha Jace. Both having lost their significant ones were unable to even function properly for weeks. Our situation was miserable. It took us more than a year to get on our feet but we barely held on. We were under constant threat. 4 years after the attack, Alpha Jace decided to take a chosen mate. It was a treaty between our pack and the Scarlet Moon pack. The strongest pack in the country . Their alpha is now said to be the crueslest Alpha ever; Alpha Noah Black . The new Luna is his aunt actually . the one who raised him they said . They say she never found her mate until not until she met my father . It turns out he was her mate . And so the treaty was not going to happen . But she somehow convinced her nephew to keep it for the sake of my father. However our alpha refused. He was outraged and blinded by anger . He accused my father of stealing his mate . And kicked him out of the pack . So he was taken in by the Scarlet Moon pack and became one of them . None of the other pack members know about this . Alpha Jace told them that he was happy for Klaus (dad) and even though he is no longer one of us ; he'll always remain like a brother to him . He told me the truth though. He even refused to let me go with dad or even visit him. He kept saying all sort of things . And of course made me his "personal assistant ". I had to clean his room and office , wash his clothes , do some of his paperwork and of course hear him badmouthing me without saying anything. He was a hypocrite. He made me feel inferior to everyone even though on the surface he treated me like a daughter . It was painful . I easily became alone and isolated. I felt like everyone will diss me if I got closer to them . I had one friend, only her could relieve my anxiety. Miley was the only one I could talk to beside Hazel. She didn't know the truth though. She didn't know that her uncle blames me and my father about losing his second chance to happiness. I was so spaced out I didn't hear a word of what alpha Jace was saying . I only came back to reality when he shook me violently. "Hey, slut Are you listening? "He said his eyes slightly changing color. "Sorry alpha. I wasn't paying attention." " We should shift and kick his little flat ass" Hazel had a bit of a nasty mouth. I love her though. " have lost your mind. He's an alpha. Shut up " I shut her off and turn back to alpha Jace. He was still staring down at me angrily. "Next time when I'm talking to you. pay attention !" he said trying to calm himself. "Sorry Alpha," I said apologetically. He has never physically
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My hands shook as I rammed all my essentials into the tight, black backpack that I had. He'd gone too far this time. My guardian had stumbled home drunk, cursing at me, threatening all sorts of things. Of course, him being a Beta - even though he'd left his pack, taking me with him, he still held the title - really didn't help me. He was much stronger than me, and when he'd tried to force himself on me, I couldn't push him off. Luckily, he'd passed out before he'd managed to unbuckle his pants, but still, I wasn't going to risk that again, the pain, the anger and the unmistakable fear. The gut-wrenching feeling that he was going to take away the one thing I still had left; my innocence. I left the house at a run, the bright moon shone down on my black hair, I loved the black jeans and Fall Out Boy shirt I had on, but I knew that if I wanted to be out of Locksley before dawn, then I had to hurry. I felt my blood move, my bones shift and suddenly I was on four paws, not two feet. I hoisted my backpack onto my back and tore through the forest behind the village at a treacherous speed. In a way, I was thankful that I wasn't in a pack; I wouldn't be tracked, and from the stories I'd heard, and the things I'd witnessed, I never wanted a pack. Or a mate. The stars guided me, the moon gave me the light and the huge trees, that touched the sky, offered me shelter. My paws dug into the soft mud, my heart and soul felt blissful at being able to run free in wolf form. I was a black wolf - the colour of my hair - with a few lighter patches here and there. My wolf colour wasn't uncommon, and I was grateful. About two hours after I'd left, I found my destination. For now. I'd always known that out here - wherever 'out here' was - there was a tiny one room cottage. It would tide me over until I moved elsewhere. My bones expanded as I shifted back, the shift wasn't painful anymore and I stretched my muscles out as I opened the door, there was no key, but there was a lock that I would be using tonight. I lit the candle in the corner of the room. There was a mini fridge hooked up to a generator, a small radio on the wooden coffee table and a rather large sofa that dominated most of the room. I walked over to the one solitary window and closed the floral-patterned curtains. The floor was a darker oak wood, and the walls were a lighter wood. It would suffice. For now. The cottage already seemed more welcoming that my last house. Probably because there's no abusive ass-hole here, I thought dryly. The next day, I fell off the sofa with a thump. I brushed my hands through my glossy hair, pulled on another pair of black jeans, some white converse and a plain red shirt. I was eager to start exploring my newfound freedom. I looked at my features in the broken piece of mirror I had brought with me. My green eyes now had a fire to them that hadn't been there before. I had a small nose and strong cheekbones and my fringe came down to my rounded chin. I really needed to get it cut. I pushed myself up from the floor and decided that as it was light outside, and it wasn't too cold, I'd walk in my human form. Outside, it looked the same as it had last night. An expanse of humongous trees towered overhead, they looked like pine trees, but there was no way for me to be sure. I wasn't an expert on trees. The mud was considerably drier than the night before and I could now hear the sounds of nature with my heightened senses. As I walked, I thought. I was finally free; I could officially do what I wanted. I hadn't actually graduated school, but I'd taken my exams and gotten good results. Maybe the best thing for me to was to hide myself in a human settlement and ignore the werewolf world. I didn't want to be surrounded by their savage and cruel ways; their thirst for blood and revenge. The thing that worried me the most, though, was finding a mate. I thought the whole concept of a mate was a bit sexist. The she-wolf had to move in with the male-wolf, who was instantly more protective and possessive over her; females could defend themselves perfectly well, tha