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
My limbs felt like they will fall apart in a matter of seconds if I try to get up from this bed. My throat hurt. I felt cold but I know my skin was burning, and my back was covered with sweat. I peeked at the window above my head and everything was dark, including the room I was in.
I stretched my neck to get rid of the ache and hissed when my left ear rubbed against the pillow. Why does it hurt? I sit up and my head felt dizzy in an instant, the back of my right hand hurt. I touched my hand and there was something like... IV. Everything came crashing down. I was in Carmelo's house. The bastard threw a knife at me!
Kevin.
I pull out the needle and stand up, directly going to my knees in seconds. I have no strength in my lower body. My eyes finally adjusted to the room and I get back up with the help of the bed, taking my steps slowly to what I could figure out was a door. I open it and the lights turn on instantly.
It was the bathroom. Fancy. A bathtub right in the middle, a shower stall on the far left, and the sink on the far right. Fresh towels folded neatly on the basin of the sink and a bath gown hung outside the stall of the shower door. I make my way to the sink, turn on the tap and wash my face. Even take a couple of sips of the water and then look up. My face was swollen, I could barely open my eyes. I turn my head to the right and gasp. I tap on the touch button of the mirror and the light brightens. The peak of my ear was stitched up with black thread.
I'm gonna kill him. I will ruin his life.
I march out of the bathroom, not caring how my head felt light with the sudden movement, and saw the door. I open and walk out. There, both of them sat on the couch downstairs. I yell, "You!" He's the first one to look up at me. Then does Kevin. My brother even stands up but that man sits back with a cool expression on his face. I skip down the stairs, almost falling, but I steady myself and march to the couch area. My brother wants to come and hug me but I gently push him and walk to that man, "You little bitch," he stands up instantly with my choice of words, "I will kill you." I stalk even closer, "Motherfucking bastard!"
That last yell has me seeing blur and I trip, but he breaks my fall. I slump against his stomach, he has his arms hooked under mine. I look up and he looks down with the most boring expression in the world, "Top of the night to you too, grumpy." I put my hands on his chest and push myself off him. My brother is by my side, hands around my waist, holding me up straight as I spew words at this man, "You fucking shit! You're a motherfucking sadist, asshole prick!"
Kevin tells me, "Daisy, calm down." I ignore him and keep cussing, "Cunt shit!" That gets him to raise a brow behind his thin silver-rimmed glasses. My chest rises and falls heavily and I breathe harshly through my mouth as if I just ran a marathon. His eyes look down from my face to my chest, to Kevin's hand around me, to my feet, and then he locks them on something.
