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Post by Hannah DeLuca on Mar 29, 2007 15:24:13 GMT -5
It had been about three months since she'd considered working here in a Strip Club. She just grew tired of always having things handed to her from her now dead father. Everything seemed to be going down hill, but she meant her best friend in the whole world, not to sound cheesy or anything but he was. Tyler was an awesome friend and she was glad she had met him. Sure Mia was also her close friend, but she didn't really see her that much. But when she did man it was always fun! Tyler was pretty much everything to her, and she had told him a lot about her self. Like with her parents and everything, stuff that she would just think about. Pretty much she could talk to him, about anything and everything. She did love being with him, but as for if she liked him more than a friend...well she didn't and she knew that she didn't. Why? She really didn't know all she could think of him, as was a bestbest friend and that was it. Where ever they went they always had fun and he could always make her laugh or smile. And smiling she did and official lot around him.
However, the other night when she was with Mia she found out some stuff about Tyler that he seemed to fail to mention to her. But why wouldn't he tell her? I mean was she not trustworthy? What was the deal, basically? She didn't know. Then she just kinda somewhat stopped talking to each other. Not even at school or anything. So by now she hadn't talked to him in oh, around two weeks, give or take a few days. Hannah missed talking to him, because without him there was basically no one to talk to. This would then cause her to get bored at home. So she just started thinking maybe she should get a job and make some money of her own. Well the only place she could think of that would higher a fifteen year old girl as a strip club. Really Hannah didn't mind she would be getting paid. Why should she give a shit if people saw her body. Hannah had started working here, about four days ago, and she was making decent pay, along with tips.
Hannah hadn't told anyone the she was working here. Not even Mia, but she knew that she would find out eventually, because Mia worked at the bar. But she was like on leave or something because of what happened with her brother. Hannah walking down the sidewalk, trying to make it to work on time. She never liked being late. And today she thought she was going to be. She finally made it opening up the door of the strip club and walked in, the smell of liquor and smoke rushed to her face. Hannah always hated smoking,but now she was getting used to it. Making her way back, to the back stage where all of the girls got ready. She quickly got changed into her outfit ,if you can even all it that. Then sat down in front of the mirror. So that she could do her make-up and what not. One she covered her face with make-up nothing to heavy and nothing to light so no one could see it. She went on to her hair, curling it so it made like boing boing crils that covered her back and was strung down her shoulder.
Talking with some of the other girls before going on stage, she actually got to know them. She some were hoes no doubt about that, but then also some were normal people just wanting to making some money like she ways. Finally after waiting, for fifteen minutes it was now her turn to go up on that stage. Of course she was nervous who wouldn't be? But she knew that feeling would go away soon. Making her way up on the stage she let her hips swing from side to side, covered barely by a black mini skirt that hid almost nothing. Stripy shoes rested on the girl's feet, clear in color. As for her top she had on, well it wasn't much of anything really, it was pink and only coved up her boobs and what as it.
Hannah's eyes looked around at all of the people and to her surprised, she saw one person that she knew. Who would of thought that he would come here?
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Post by TYLER JONES. on Mar 29, 2007 16:59:10 GMT -5
"C'mon Ty. Strip clubs aren't satanic."
"Of course not. They're just covered with hepatitis and AIDS."
"Stop being a pussy. We're going."
And with that, Tyler groaned. Tyler's little group of friends wanted to go out to celebrate spring break. They're idea of a good time was a strip club. Personally, Tyler couldn't stand the place. Clear heels, nasty ass everything, and drooling old guys sitting everywhere. He'd remembered his old friend Mia worked there, and in a sense was actually afraid to go at the event of seeing someone he knew there. Tyler detested going there, but as always gave in.
After all, he didn't want to be alone all night. Since Hannah was at her new job. Hannah and Tyler had become really good friends. It was a bit ironic, her being fifteen and him being eighteen. But she was different than most younger girls. She had sense and decency, and Tyler very much respected her for that. And he usually doesn't treat non-locals with respect. Only one of the arrogances he possesses. Tyler wasn't madly in love with her, nor did he like her a great deal, but he had great respect for her. And she meant alot to him.
Tyler walked through the downtown streets, feeling the warm moist spring air on his face. His friends slapped him on the back as they entered the strip club and gave their little 'whooping noises'. They all headed over to the bar, grabbing their drinks, Tyler getting a beer shoved in his hand. His posse all gathered around at a table, talking for quite awhile, Tyler trying really not to touch anything. This place just seriously grossed himself out. How could anyone seriously work here? Or even come here on a regular basis? It was disgusting...
The lights and music came on, and girls starting coming out. And all of a sudden, he saw someone that look very familiar. Very familiar. He squinted his eyes up at the stage, and saw the face of Hannah. And he knew she'd seen him too. "Dude Ty, isn't that Hannah up there?" One of Tyler friends whispered in his ear. Tyler shook his head at her and squinted his eyes in disgust, standing up and walking out to the front stoop of the strip club. He made his way over to the curb and sat down, pulling out a cigarette and sticking it in his mouth.
How could Hannah do this? This was so unlike her- so pathetic in a way. Tyler couldn't explain why he felt so horrible about this. He had so much respect for her, and in that whole 5 minutes, felt like this past months he'd been deceived. Been a damn fool.
And in his mind, he was right now. And so was she.
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Post by Hannah DeLuca on Mar 29, 2007 17:36:51 GMT -5
For once in her life Hannah felt disgusting, seeing the look on Tyler’s face when she looked at him. Just made her sick to her stomach. There are not even words for how the way she thought about her self, and what she was doing. Though, she didn’t think she would give it up, stripping I mean. Unless, it would cost her Tyler’s friendship, which she didn’t want to give up but by the look on his face it seemed as if there friendship was already over. Hannah felt offal why did he have to come here? He doesn’t even like these kinda place, so why was he even here? That also somewhat made her angry to. Not that she should have any reason to be mad at him, she just really had no clue. As she was finishing up, keeping her eyes on him, most of the time. Seeing he had left, and in away it was a good thing. Really, she felt embarrassed in front of him like that, dressed the way she was. Hannah finally finished, and walked off the stage, and into the back room. Where she got changed quickly, and told a girl that was back there that she couldn’t do the other show, she was supposed to do later. The girl would then just take her place. Tied her hair back up into a messy bun, and sat down in front of the mirror looking at her self. This wasn’t a way to make money, and she knew that. But it was just something easy she could do. How was she supposed to know that he was going to show up? Hannah was even to embarrass to even go find him, if he still was even there. Who knew…
Hannah remembered all of everything her mom had told about how she looked. Hannah was starting to find it true each and every day. That just made her want to crawl into a hole and never come out. She really did hate her self right now; nothing could possibly making this any better. Everything was just going through her mind; nothing was making any sense to her. All she was doing was, giving herself one big headache. Hannah sighed standing up, grabbing her sweatshirt, slipping it over her small frame. She had on a pair of blue jeans and a shirt which was hidden underneath her oversized gray sweatshirt. Her hair pulled back into a messy bun, and she had on ten-a-shoes. Grabbing her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. The bag had all of her stuff in it, she walked out of the back room and into the strip club seeing Tyler’s friends as most of them whistled at her, and shit. She just walked passed them and made her way out of the strip club.
Once outside, she saw that Tyler was still here, she sighed lightly not sure what to do if to even try talking to him or just start walking home. She didn’t know what to do. Hannah felt offal about her self, now stripping didn’t really bother her that much until now, now that he saw what her job was. She wanted to just cry, but she sucked it in.
Hannah walked over to him sitting down next to him, not to close or anything. “I’m sorry.” She said softly she couldn’t even look at him. |
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Post by TYLER JONES. on Mar 29, 2007 18:01:54 GMT -5
In that moment Tyler seemed to forget that he'd ever made mistakes. For once, he saw what people felt for him when he screwed things up. And still in that moment, he didn't want to try and get the treatment he never did. He was beyond that point. "Don't be sorry to me, Hannah. God, you should be sorry for yourself." Tyler tried not to raise his voice with her, as she sucked din another puff of his cigarette, than exhaling. "You know, you've become a great friend. But look- You're fifteen years old. Why are you stripping at this trashy place?" Tyler stopped himself and shook his head, flicking his cigarette to the ground. "Hannah you're so much better than this." This whole time, is boggled his mind why she couldn't she that! Hannah was a young, gorgeous, smart girl. Her dad sent her paychecks to live off of. What motive could she possibly have for being in that filthy place.
Tyler didn't want to make Hannah upset. But telling her the truth was no constellation for her feelings. She seriously needed a wake up call. And Tyler expected her to come back strong- with what he didn't know. Tyler rubbed his forehead letting out another sigh. His whole reality seemed to be getting ripped apart. He trusted her. He thought her judgments were right and mature. But no. She does something ignorant like this. Letting old perverts watch her- just- ugh.
Hannah and Tyler hadn't even seen each other in awhile. Tyler hadn't really known why, but Hannah just sort've became distant. Was this why? He didn't really know anymore. In a way he was petrified to find out why. All in this same situation he felt guilty. He thought he'd done something wrong to make her avoid him and go her own way. Which Tyler didn't want in the least bit. Hannah was great... well... when she was fully clothed anyway. Tyler never even suspected that Hannah knew anything about him anymore. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but more of the fact that it's touchy subject. His wrong doings were pretty bad, and he hates to relive them.
Tyler let out another sigh, pushing the heels of his hands under his chin.
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Post by Hannah DeLuca on Mar 29, 2007 18:37:45 GMT -5
Hannah stayed quiet listening to what he was saying looking down at the cement filthy ground. When he told her that she was much better than this place, she knew that, that was a lie. It was, at least in her mind it was. He knew that her mom was still sending her paychecks of her dads money, but she really didn’t want his money. She didn’t want any contact with her family either. She hated her mom and her dad was now dead. As for her sister god only knew where she was. She hadn’t even seen her when she went home for her dad’s funeral. Her sister never showed up. Hannah really hadn’t anything half decent in her life, except for her dad, and now Tyler. But her dad was dead, and she just fucked stuff up with Tyler. So really she did feel somewhat alone. “Why did you even come here?” She asked, not that it really mattered she just wanted to know. Hannah looked over at him, not saying anything else just waiting for his response. Then remembered what Mia had told her about him and his past. Some of the things he did and was involved in just- well shocked her. Really she couldn’t believe it to tell you the truth. She just couldn’t.
She needed to ask him his after everything that people mostly Mia told her. “Why don’t you trust me huh?” She asked, being dead serious. Looking at him still she wanted to know because it sure didn’t seem like he did. And after basically everything she told him about her past he really never told her half the things she heard from other people. She knew that these people weren’t lying to her one because pretty much everyone said the same thing just-about. Hannah was fifteen yes but she was nothing to look at all she wanted was the money and would do pretty much anything to get it. Sure she wouldn't go into prostitution or anything like that. But she would strip for it. “I know about your past…” She just kinda said quietly but loud enough that he could hear her. Basically that was the reason she had been somewhat distant from him you could say and along with her she didn’t ever what him to find out about that, but some how he had, of course. And then this whole thing got even more complicated than it already seemed to be. Hannah pressed her lips together looking down at the cement once again. She felt a tear starting to run down her cheek why was she crying? She never ever liked to fight or argue with people, she’d always listen to her mom and dad fight nonstop and it just got to her.
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Post by TYLER JONES. on Mar 29, 2007 19:15:17 GMT -5
"FYI, I didn't want to come here." Tyler said in his own defense. "I came with some friends because I didn't want to stay at home all night. Didn't intend on seeing you though." He said again, muttering his second sentence. Did Hannah really think that low of herself? God her mom had fucked her up... In a way he wanted to go find the bitch and slap her around a bit after making Hannah feel so pathetic. Parents weren't supposed to do that. But whatever she did to Hannah messed with her- and tonight he finally got to see how much damage had actually been applied to her. Pressure. A mom that wants you to feel like shit was no prize. And Tyler could definitely relate to that scenario. His parents were always the same too. 'You'll never amount to anything' was always their favorite phrase. And for awhile, that's what he thought. Until he finally grew up and got some sense smacked into him.
"Huh?" Tyler said gently when Hannah asked why he didn't trust her. "Of course I trust you." Where was this coming from? This surely wasn't relating to anything go on presently, and frankly it confused him. Than she said it. His past. "Wh-what?" He stammered around pushing his hair off of his face. Tyler sighed and rubbed his forehead with a sigh. "Who told you? What've you heard?" He said again, curious to see what was fact that she heard and what wasn't. He was also interested in who the source was. Was this why Hannah had become distant?
Good job Tyler. Your mistakes always come back to bite you in the ass.
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Post by Hannah DeLuca on Mar 30, 2007 11:03:51 GMT -5
God, she felt like she was seven years old again. Getting yelled at by her mom, but this hurt worse than getting yelled at by her mom. He didn’t expect to he her here. No shit. Hannah stayed silent while he talked. This was just making her hate her self even more. Why him? Anyone else could’ve been there and she wouldn’t have given a shit. But him she was so ashamed of her self. Like she just wanted to go home and take a shower with steaming hot water and scrub her self until her skin was raw. Hannah kept her eyes, fixed on the concrete. “Yeah…I know.” She said quietly so that he probably didn’t even here her. Not like it was anything important anyways. Why did she have to do this? Couldn’t she just get a normal job or something anything but this? She didn’t know what to do at this point if she told him why she was doing this he wouldn’t understand, her reason. He’d just- does what he normally does.
“Yeah right.” She said rolling her eyes at him. “You sure have a funny way of showing it.” She told him, as her reply sounded rather cocky. Hell she didn’t care, anymore what she did they way she acted what she did. She didn’t give a shit. “It doesn’t even matter now.” She said shaking her head, standing up. Sure she was pissed and confused about a lot of stuff. “Have fun with your friends.” A smirk appeared on her face. “Bye.” Then with that she picked up her bag, and stared walking down the sidewalk, not even bothering to look back. She knew that he most likely wasn’t going to follow her. It was somewhat chilly out nothing like freezing or anything. Now she had to walk three miles to get to her house. It was a good work out but it was a pain in the ass. Thinking about what she had said to him she felt bad, about it. And right now whished she’d never had said that.
She wasn’t that fare away from him she could still him that she was sorry. But would she? She didn’t know it was dark out and she just hoped that she wouldn’t run into anyone. Like oh say a child-molester or someone. |
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Post by TYLER JONES. on Mar 31, 2007 0:29:16 GMT -5
"And what's that supposed to mean, huh?" Tyler breathed out shaking his head. It wasn't that Tyler didn't trust her. He just couldn't talk about stuff he'd done and things he'd gone through. Though he'd told him her troubles, he couldn't give her that same leisure. Tyler was ashamed of himself and didn't like to relieve what he'd done. He'd made some peoples' lives a living hell. And talking about that just reminded him of what a monster he was. And still, that monster is inside of him. That's what scares him. "It does matter. You don't understand one bit." He told her harshly. This subject was very touchy for him, and the fact that she was just throwing it around like a ragamuffin didn't settle with him too well.
Then, she got up and walked away. Tyler groaned and smacked his forehead, standing up, debating whether to actually go after her or not. How in the hell did this whole situation make HIM the one at fault? He wasn't the one naked on a stage. Whatever. Tyler sighed walking after her and gently, tugging on her fore arm. "If you want to know about- things I've done- you should ask me. Not assume I was avoiding telling you." Tyler took a breath in. "I can't just put things that I'm ashamed of out there in the open. I don't like to relive it. Would you like to live with the fact that you drove so many people into a depression state, because you tortured them? Or you've hit girls before, and at the time just didn't care?" He stared into her eyes blankly, hearing no response. "I didn't think so." Tyler let go of her arm and backed away. "If it bothers you so much, I'll tell you everything I can. It's not easy..." He muttered. Tyler pushed the heels of his eyes into his eye sockets. Girls...
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Post by Hannah DeLuca on Mar 31, 2007 1:00:38 GMT -5
“Nothing not a thing.” She said, shaking her head. Listening to the next thing that came out of his mouth. “I guess I don’t…” She said crossing her arms, biting her lower lip looking at him. Yeah he was right she didn’t understand, but he could at least have tried to explain it to her. Instead of hearing all these gruesome things people were telling her about him. It scared her. It really did knowing that he hadn’t told her all of this, makes you wonder… And plus she didn’t know what was real and what was a lie. Hard to tell with people now a day, stretching out the truth so it will should more interesting or whatever you wanna call it. Then again she was only fifteen and it was weird, well to most people it would be weird having an eighteen year old best friend…She just didn’t want to get her self into something that she couldn’t get her self out of. See this is how it all started, once she found out all of the things he had done, well thats when she kinda just stopped talking to him for a while, and then that lead to her getting a job as a stripper. It wasn’t his fault that she became a stripper; she made the choice all by her self.
“I didn’t think that you were avoiding telling me. Just that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me.” She said, “And when I told you stuff about me, that I don’t tell just anyone…I felt really stupid.” She said trying to avoid making eye contact with him. Hannah looked at him finally as he said everything, she didn’t want him to tell her everything and then yet apart of her did. So she knew what was true and not true. But she didn’t want to push him into telling her. Hannah didn’t want to do that at all. Hannah bit down on her lip, again just a nervous habit it guess. Looking down at the ground she didn’t know what to even say. She was speechless more or less on what to tell him. Not to mention confused as hell. She didn’t want to push him to tell her, but she just wanted to know. When people at school started freaking her out about how she could actually hang around with him. That just seemed to mess with her a lot. “You don’t have to tell me…” She muttered, looking at the ground and not at him, she just couldn’t look at him for what ever reason that maybe.
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Post by TYLER JONES. on Apr 1, 2007 0:56:35 GMT -5
Tyler closed his eyes and sighed. "There was this guy..." Tyler started off with a sigh, still closing his eyes. "... He was one of those pocket protector guys, right? I had this girlfriend. And to say the least, I didn't treat her the way I should've..." He took another breath and went on. "One day, we got into this fight in hallway. She slapped me, and I lost it. I p-punched her right in the face, giving her a bloody nose. And the pocket protector guy comes over and tries to stop me-" Tyler opened his eyes and looked at her, his eyes becoming shiny and tear rimmed around the edges. "I was so caught up in my anger, that I just full fledged starting beating the guy to death. I threw him everywhere, hit him everywhere, did everything I could, while my girlfriend tried to stop me. And the whole school stood there and watched." He gave a shaky breathe and looked at her sternly. "That's one of the many thing's I've done. And I'm not proud of. I don't like remembering those things. I've put myself through hell trying to make myself pay..."
Tyler drew in another breath. It took every ounce of him not to break down crying. He hated himself for all the pain he'd caused people. He wished he could take it all back, but knew he couldn't. All the damage had already been done. "You have to understand why I wouldn't tell you. I didn't want you to be afraid of me. Most everyone is. " He didn't want Hannah to hate him, nor be afraid of him. "See, but I'm not that same person anymore. Even he's still inside me somewhere, he's under control. I just wish people could see that." He said softly hanging his head, feeling like a damn fool.
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Post by Hannah DeLuca on Apr 1, 2007 1:25:00 GMT -5
Hannah watched him, and listened to what he told her. She couldn’t see him doing any of this…but he had. It did scare her some still. At least he was telling her some stuff. Instead of finding out from people that she knew for like two minutes. Hannah looked at him he looked as if he was going to cry or something. Now she felt bad, not like she hadn’t already back there at the strip club, but this was for something else. As he continued on telling her what happened and all she couldn’t help but wonder if he had indeed killed the guy or not. Hannah didn’t think so, but with the way this story was going she wouldn’t have been surprised in the least bit. Though, she didn’t want to ask ‘Did you kill the guy’ she just stayed sclient looking at him. Hannah was so at lost for words it wasn’t even funny, she had not clue what so ever to say to him. Normally she could just say something back, but she couldn’t, not this time.
Hannah nodded her head, she could now understand, but even finding out at school by other people that still scared her more, than when it should’ve came from him. She bit down on her lower lip, looking at the ground. “Are you sure he’s under control?” She asked him. “Tyler, I wasn’t afraid of you until I found out about those things from other people-“ She said looking at him. “But maybe if you would’ve told me yourself then this would’ve never happened.” She said calmly and softly. Hannah gave a weak smile; she was glad that he had told her though that did make her happy and everything. Then again she didn’t know how long that would last. “What made you do that though? “She asked, really she didn’t know if he knew…Maybe he did maybe he didn’t.
Hannah smirked at him trying to make light of this whole conversation. “You know you shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for you.” She told him. “And I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. K?” She said smiling. Really Hannah didn’t care if he did smoke it was his choice or whatever. |
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