Stife

1.

Skye

Oakland, Ca

1:07 am

Here I was back to the beginning. I found myself standing here in front of this door not sure if i should open it or not. I had time...time to turn around and walk away, time to take a different route find a new job. I could go apply to a fast food restaurant, but I don't really wanna flip fry baskets and serve pepsi products though. Maybe I can go work in retail, but i'm not very fond of a 9 to anything. Hell if I was lucky enough I could maybe find a office job but with my little to no experience I doubt that'll happen plus do I really wanna sit on my ass in a cubicle for the rest of my life. Not really.

And that's why I always find myself right back here, I hate to say I love it but I do. I enjoy this fast life, working my own schedule night and day, having unlimited off days, the attention, the power i hold when i'm on that stage but the main thing I enjoy the real reason why i find myself back here the real reason why i love this lifestyle is the money.

  I could do things people could only wish of doing at my little age of 22. I have my own home, car, my bills are paid in advance, I can buy whatever I want. I'm doing what they never thought I could. Yet on the inside I still didn't wanna be here.

"Penny for your thoughts?"  I heard a voice that I recognized say, bringing me back to reality from my thoughts.

Evan Neil, the owner of this club and a member of the very small handful of people I can call family. He's the number one person in my life, he took me in when nobody else would. He was 24 no real job no house just a cheap two bedroom apartment in the ghettos of oakland and a 2006 ford pickup truck. I was 11 and I had nothing but the clothes on my back, nothing to offer but he guided me gave me somewhere to stay somewhere to eat. Nobody would pick the 11 year old in foster care but he did.

5 years later he became co owner in reaper after investing some money into his friends business which wasnt doing too well. A few years later the man dies and grant evan ownership of the club which was a lot for us at the time but evan did everything he could to keep it open.

"Not sure you would wanna know"  Watching him as he leaned against the brick wall next to the door I could tell he already knew what was crossing my mind but I would never let him know that.

That was one of his many great traits he could read my mind without you saying a word even when I was little when he got me out of care he took me shopping he just knew how to help style my outfits my hair my makeup he knew who I was without knowing me it felt like.

"I know bout' everything bout you baby, there is nothing you can say that would surprise me or did you forget who you were talking to?" He questioned

Taking a deep breath I looked around the parking lot seeing nothing but a few cars since we were in the back of the club. Looking down at my feet I went back and forth in my head on what I should say. Didn't really feel like hearing a speech right now I was up soon and I wanna walk around.

"Nothing I just..couldn't remember if I locked my front door before I left." I spoke up not daring to make eye contact knowing he would be able to call out my bluff.

"Mhm, get your tail in there. I done told you befo bout standing out here in this parking lot alone especially at night." He said sternly with his thick Louisiana accent.

Opening the door I held it open for him as I walked inside while he stomped on his cigarette he had just put out.

The club was on fire tonight, from what I can see people were all over because the back sections were also full, it is one am. A nice percent of people were up dancing and having fun while others stood back watching it all unfold. It was packed more than usual for it to only be a Friday night. Saturdays and Sundays were the big money making days. But who's complaining especially since I was walking on piles of money and I am no where near the stage.