Betrayed Love

Chapter 3

Sarah pov.

 I was already running late for work and as soon I approached my boss Bruce I grasped for breath.

"What are you doing? Get dressed and get your a*s on the stage, Sarah!" Bruce start yelling at me and I can see his eyes becoming red with vex.

"Can I please stay on the bar tonight?" I asked him with hope.

"No! The men want you!" he viciously spat, his spit land in my face.

 I internally cringed in disgust, I wanted to lift my hand and wipe it off, but I stayed still feeling my anger rising in my chest.

"I don't care about what those pigs want!" And then he curled his fingers only to give me a hard slap on my cheek.

"Don't you dare talk back to me young lady! Let's not forget why you are here! Take those clothes off or I will rip them off myself ! You have five minutes!" He breathed harshly trough his nose and almost reminded me of those cartoons characters you would see on television when they had smoke coming out of their ears, but the only difference was that this is my reality...and with that he left me there thinking about whatever happened with me few minutes ago, and my mind spun.... 

I quickly run to change my clothes and within fifteen minutes I was ready....again on the stage...

I am here to manipulate men with my body and somehow try to keep my dignity.

I need to keep smiling when I just want to cry, I need to keep dancing when I just want to die....

I've been grabbed, slapped, kissed and not allowed to yell...not allowed to say no...because someone owns me...

That's right, I was sold to this life, an old debt hold me hostage to this place and there's no escape.

Freedom was a right taken from me at a very young age, but I keep fighting... I keep standing... they won't break me and one day I'll find a way out!

 I live a double life I never asked for, no one ever gave me a choice and that's why I need to hide it, this is my nightmare....my secret...my shame...

         A few days later...

 My house is neither big nor beautiful, but it's the best I could find, at least I have a roof.

 Life hasn't been easy for me ... 

I work hard and I don't have much money, but I've always been able to overcome difficulties alone.

"Time to get ready for work...maybe today I can work some extra hours to earn extra money...I really need it!"

During the day, when I am not a pool dancer, I work at a cake shop. 

I help the sweet old lady to run her business and it's from there I receive money to be able to eat and maintain my house.

 I exit the house and make my way to work, I don't mind walking, the breeze feels comfortable and refreshing on my skin, but after the peaceful walk I was a bit late and as soon as I got there I was greeted by the owner.

"I'm so sorry, Mary, I'm so late!" I told her feeling embarrassed.

"You are not late, sweetheart. The doors are not even open yet... come on, Sarah, don't be so hard with yourself, go get dressed!" she comforted me with her motherly tone.