
Save Me From The Last Dance
Who I Am (1st Chapter)
I guess this is the part that I have to talk about myself right? Pfft lets see what I can say. I am 20 years old, but I am completely different than any 20 year old person. Asking me why? Ill tell you. I am a university student in the morning, and at night? Well I am not proud to say that I am a dancer at a club. Yes I am, and I know what you might be thinking now, I am trashy and I have no sense of life; let me explain who, what, when, where and why first please. I love to dance since I was a little girl, I would win all of the competitions through my school talent shows; but that was when I had two parents raising me. As soon as I turned 10, my parents dumped me in a foster house since they claimed they weren’t able to afford my life expenses. But only if the foster house knew how much they were wealthy and financially relaxed in their lives; they always used to call me “Our Only Mistake”.
Enough from the heart break ... I was adopted at the age of 13 by Melrose, she was a night woman, and by that I mean a club owner which made me have this job. I would never say she is a mother to me, but Melrose was always scared to live alone; she had this issue and that is why she adopted me. She put me back to school and as soon as she figured out I had the talent to dance; she forced me the job at her club at the age of 17; can you imagine the stuff that a 17 year old girl would witness in a club full of dirty men’s looks and liquor floating on the bare table bar? Yea I can, because I witnessed them all. I never did give any attention to any of the men that flicked money in between my dance number with the other girls; why should I be low in my morals? I respect myself to the extent of not making my jewel get dumped with a middle aged guy who is drunk enough to make me lower than this entire club. I know my life is really a big black hole, swirling around itself with a never ending sector; but deep down I know that a job is a job and in my situation, I guess it was what I have to do in order to pay for my tuitions... Melrose would never help me with that issue, she always told me:
“You are 20 now! What more can I do for you? Do you think I was the one that dumped you in a foster place? If you want that honey then go look for your birth parents and make them pay for you! You are in my house and under my rules; nothing will change until I depart from this globe.”
Whenever this occurs, I tend to bite my tongue and just rush upstairs to my room to loosen up my anger, and my only medication of this emotional killing is music. I would plug in my headsets and increase the volume to the maximum, in order for me to set my wings free throughout the lyrics and voices I listen to. Basically, my cure was always One Direction; they were the cup of water and homemade sandwich of my days of hunger. They always filled me up with more hope and drew me a better picture of life. They would erase my memories of these disgusting men in the club, the pain I got from my parents, and the torture I am getting at my current place. At least this is what I can say to you; whoever is reading, but I could never tell my friends at my University about my night job. Only the pictures of One Direction on my phone, knew my pain and agony. I am really a hard working girl and especially when it comes to tests and exams; but still my professors always were concerned why I always showed up in class with red –sleepy eyes. Even my best friend, Lindsay, was always asking me why am I like this, but the fact was I had to lie.
“Are we still on for the study group tomorrow Maddie?” Lindsay asked me in whispers during class; I nodded and smiled as I turned my full attention to my professor.
Notes
Hello again to the most wonderful people!! It has been a while since i wrote my first success " More Than Words" , but now here it goes with a new story line that is filled with more and more upcoming events that will blossom in each chapter yet to be written. i hope you like this first chapter, and i promise you for more and more everyday <3 xoxoPlease Feel free to COMMENT about anything you want! and Dont forget to VOTE & SUBSCRIBE! <3 <3 God Bless You All <3 <3 .
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9/28/13