Exasperated, I run a hand over my face. “Why are you so hell bent on this?”
“Because I believe she can breathe life back into you.”
“What makes you believe that?”
“Because Alice did the same for me.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “That’s different.”
He shrugs. “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. But you wouldn’t know unless you stopped avoiding her and you owe it to yourself to find out.”
Do I though?
Do I owe myself the chance of a future, the very same chance of a future that I took away from them?Do I owe myself the chance to try why they can never again?
And what if I do?
What if I allow myself to have that future I once dreamed about?
Will I no longer feel the pain of my brother’s deaths?
You see, there lies the problem.
The pain I feel everyday, the pain I make myself feel, that’s my punishment.
I survived.
I survived and they died.
I survived and I shouldn’t have.
Do I owe it to myself to find out?
I don’t think I do.
Yet I find myself getting on my Harley and following him to Fantasy.
Perhaps seeing her and knowing that I can never have her will be the greatest pain I can inflict upon myself yet.
And that’s what I owe to myself to find out.
Gracie Mae
Iabsolutely loathe my job with a fiery passion but who doesn't?I feel like that's the one thing that universally all of us can agree on.
But my job at Fantasy, the local run down grimy strip club, has to take the icing on the universal I hate my fucking job cake.
It's not that I have anything against strippers because believe me I don't. A girl has to do what a girl has to do to make money. And hell, some girls just fucking enjoy it. You know what, good for them.
Except stripping here could never be described as enjoyable. Not with our clientele or how the staff treats the girls. Especially the creepy perverted boss man.
He lets anything slide in the private rooms and I do meananything.
It's incredibly disgusting what he makes these poor women do. And the saddest part is they don't have a choice. They need the money more than they need their pride.
That's something I can relate to.
I haven't stripped up on the pole yet.
