Daisy has been a stripper all of her life against her wishes. With an annoyingly genius brother to take care of, she is ready to do whatever it takes to give him the life he deserves and he wants the same for her. He goes to the point of credit card...
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DAISY
S E V E N Y E A R S A G O
"Help me!" I cry out loud holding onto Kevin for dear life in this dark place. He's crying on my chest and I keep banging on the door which hurts my hands, "Let us out!"
Kevin wails and I try to calm him down, "Shh, baby, it's gonna be okay. We're gonna be alright." He says, "Daisy, I'm scared." I sniff and I lie to my little heart, "We're gonna be okay, baby. Your big sister is with you." I feel him scrunch my sweater in his tiny fists and sniff, "Promise?" It's dark so he can't see me cursing myself for not promising him, so I swallow the cry and clear my throat, "Yes, baby, we're gonna be fine." Running my fingers in his thick soft sweaty hair.
I hear footsteps and I cover his mouth instantly, biting down my tongue. There's light outside. I can tell by the little crack of the door we're behind. Something clicks and the door opens. I shield our eyes at the harsh lights of the jeeps behind those two men as I heard one man chuckling, "That's all you got for me, Martinez?" The other guy, Martinez, replied, "She's worth a million if you look past all those bruises. Keep her fed and she'll bring you millions, Marcelo." The first guy, Marcel, scoffs, "Yeah, I doubt the boss will agree."
Then there's a pause, then Marcelo asks, "Who's the little fucking monkey?" I hold on to Kevin even tighter as Martinez replies, "I don't know. She wouldn't let go of the kid no matter how hard I tried. Bitch even gave me a black eye. Kill the kid if you want to. I don't give a fuck." Marcelo tilts his head, "Hmm... if she's a fighter then she's gonna be trouble for us. Keep the kid as leverage."
"Whatever you say. Where should I deliver her?"
"The club. Boss has been curious about your new discovery."
"Heh! He knows I never disappoint."
"Yet. Deliver her midnight with the kid to the club. And don't fucking touch her. The boss knew about the last girl you fucked. You got her pregnant and he killed her because of you. Made him lose millions."
"Shit. Fine. I don't get why is he so picky."
Then the doors closed again.
I had no voice to actually say anything out loud because I was scared to my soul at the conversations they had.
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We keep moving around left and right but I hold Kevin tightly in my arms. He whimpered and I felt a rush of warm liquid on my lap but I ignore him and hold him tighter, kissing his cheek, "It's fine, it's gonna be fine." He whispers, "I'm sorry, Daisy." I shake my head, "You did nothing wrong. It's all okay. We're okay."
Everything comes to a halt and everything goes quiet. Too quiet.
The door pulls open and in comes two tall men. Different this time. They chuckle, and one of them sounded British, "Come on, love, time for you to meet your future." The other one says, "Pull the kid."
