"When my friends ask me why I stayed so long, why I accepted the roses and ignored the thorns I tell them it's not easy to weed out the roots he planted in me,"
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Alivia made it back home to college and it'...
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Four men had walked up to the truck and grabbed us, dragging us into the building from a back door, entering another room where there were cots and thin blankets for us to sleep for the night.
I hated myself for coming, for believing for one second that I could help, could be of use.
I laid on the cot, terrified of what ws to come, thinking about the possibilities of getting pass the guards, but, no matter how hard I thought, nothing seemed good enough.
All day, we had stayed put in the room with the cots, bored out of our minds with nothing in there. I thought of what I was going to say to Richie when I got out, how I'd yell at him, tell him how much my hatred for him has grown.
Soon night had fallen and we were taken into another room. This room was filled with mirrors and makeup. Flat irons and curling irons were plugged into the walls and many girls were rushing around, no doubt strippers.
We stood there, awkwardly, unaware of what was going on. A lady ran around the room, her blonde hair was permed and she wore a tight leopard dress. She was yelling at all of the girls to finish getting ready and to make room for the "new girls".
Once the strippers left the room to go out to the audience, the lady in the leopard dress handed each of us long, grand dresses.
A light pink strapless dress was handed to me. I kept my jeans on underneath, but took my shirt off. I slipped the heavy dress on, looking at myself in the mirror.
I looked ridiculous, my hair was a mess and my makeup was long worn off. A lady came by and started brushing the tangles out of my hair, pressing a curling iron to it. Fresh curls fell out of my hair and another lady came by to do my makeup. Taking makeup wipes to "wash" the dirt off my face and reapplied fresh makeup to me.
I had looked nothing like I had before and the change was in a matter of minutes.
The lady came by, attempting to put a necklace and a dangly charm bracelet on me. I tried to move away from her, but she only got the bracelet on and gave up trying to put the necklace on me. The bracelet was tight around my wrists which made it look ridiculous.
