Why Me?
Her mother died when she was 5 years old and her father became drunk when his wife died. Her father became abusive and made her work as a stripper for drugs.
What will happen when she meets the arrogant, selfless, heartless, bastard, billio...
Why me? That's all I can think about. Why did my mother had to die? Why did my father have to become abusive? Most importantly why did I become a stripper? My mother died when I was 5 years old and my father became reckless after that.
"Allison go get me money," my father yells. "Yes sir." I head to my so called "work" and change into my stripper outfit.
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I had a perfect life before all this happened. "Allison can you come to my office?" My manager asks. "Yea of course." I wander what he wants now. "Allison you're amazing out there. What about you going and becoming one of the dancers out there? What shall your name be? Ah yes it shall be Rose." "Okay thank you when do I start?" I can't wait! Note the sarcasm.
Apparently he wanted me to start tonight. I had a big introduction coming on and I started dancing. As I was dancing there were whistles and money being thrown at me. Right when I was about to end in came a group of men in black tuxedos. I saw one of them starring at me. We locked eyes then he gave me a glare. What the hell was that for? Oh well I just grabbed my money and left the stage. I was getting dressed and about to leave when the bastard grabbed my wrist. "Let go of me bastard!" "Hey watch your tone," he replies. "What do you want?" "I don't like you working here." He simply says. "Why do you care? I don't know you and you don't know me and it's my life." With that I snatch my wrist from him. "I'll find you again Allison James!" He shouts.
That made me turn around and go back to him. "What do you want with me?" I ask. All he did was smirk. Ugh I slapped his face and left him standing there.
