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I walked through the trashy door and dropped my back pack by the sofa. I had gone back as grabbed it from in front of the school before coming back here but that doesn't matter.
I knew that along with being creepy, my beauty saved my ass. Yes I am stunning, get used to me thinking that way.
Anyway, I peeked in the mirror at myself and smirked. Make up was still perfect, hair however, the bandana had come loose when I jumped from the tree. I groaned to myself and repositioned it, then tightened it.
A loud dinging noise came from my phone between the couch cushions telling me I had a text. It wouldn't be my parents, after emancipating me at 16 two years ago, we lost all contact other then sending me money for school. Even then no words were spoken, just a check in the mail. While they stayed in California, I moved to the big apple. Yeah rent was spendy but I made my money as a model, photographer, and pole dancer. Yes people a pole dancer. I didn't strip or anything, I just danced on the poles in the background while the main chick did all the tata flashing and such.
I was an only child and as you can imagine my conservative religious parents were horrified when I told them about my love of horror and creepy things, when I asked for black contact lenses and make up to do a jane the killer cosplay, they nearly died. Announcing that I was no longer religious and that I had a little tattoo hidden from sight was the last straw for them so I was kicked out. Lucky for me I had a friend living here in NY so a place to go was easy. School was no problem and work wasn't hard to find. After my 18th birthday she booted me also, so here I am in my own apartment.
Damn I went off topic, back to the text.
I shoved my hand in between the cushions and retrieved my phone. The text was from my boss (pole dancing one) telling me that I would have to waitress that night. Sometimes he snuck me into doing bartender work but very rarely since I was technically under aged to even be working in a bar but meh, I pulled a few strings and happened to know a few people, like I said, jobs were no problem. I didn't bother responding and went into my room to choose an outfit.
I would take a mirror selfie thing and show you guys but I don't have time, so I'll describe it.
Small, tight black dress, and stilletose. So elaborate I know. You never know when you will be called to the pole and this dress was stretchy enough to where I would be fine, if not I was wearing my pole wear underneath it.
I let my blonde hair down and brushed my hands through it. It reached just above my waist, it had been that way since I was little and I didn't plan on changing it. Maybe dying it but I'm not sure what color yet.
I glanced at the clock and saw that I still had time to throw together a yogurt and oatmeal and have a cup of coffee before leaving.
Now usually I don't jump but if you were to suddenly hear your front door open and close, you would piss yourself.
I peeked around the corner from my coffee maker and saw a very dazed and worn out looking Aaron just standing there staring at me.
I frowned "what the hell ar-" he raced to me and covered my mouth. "Don't. Speak." I rolled my eyes and pulled his hand away from my mouth but he slammed it back on banging my body back against the fridge at the same time. I winced slightly then dug my nails into his arm, I watched blood slide down his pale skin but he did not budge, he didn't even show any sign of pain. This worried me. A lot.
I looked at him and felt uneasy, that was until he chuckled. His eyes wandered up and down my body without shame and he pulled away "you should have seen your face Amelia" he said, and with that, he walked out.
What. The. Fuck.