Nightmares
Hell
Grace's POV
It's been a month. I've been working in a goddamn brothel for a month, and there's no end in sight. Jack brought in another girl, I think her name was Cassadee, but she tried to run away, and to quote a favorite author of mine, John Green, she is no longer suffering from personhood.
I'm scared.
Luckily since it's mostly guys working here, I pretty much just bartend. Although I hate being around alcohol, but whatever. It's better then what the guys have to go through on a daily basis. Unfortunately, I can't help but be afraid that someday, and someday soon, something really bad is going to happen to me.
"Grace! I said I wanted this finished NOW! Hurry the fuck up, stupid whore." Jack yells at me from up near his office.
We open in less than an hour and I'm supposed to have the stage decorated for the guys already, but I've been trying to go as slowly as possible. Let's just say I'd much rather be mixing drinks than setting up for all of this shit any day. I sigh, dragging the last set piece in place, heading backstage to get changed into my slutty outfit. I fucking hate all of it. I feel stupid, cheap, disgusting. But I can't even talk to the guys about it, I mean compared to what they're going through....
And believe me, I know in the scheme of things it shouldn't matter very much, but this is putting a huge strain on my relationship with Alex. I can't lose him. I can't lose him like I've lost almost every person whose ever been important to me.
A female's voice ordering a drink in front of me startles me. I bow my head and turn to mix the drink.
"Wait, Grace? You little bitch, is that really you?"
I drop the glass from my hands - mom?
It's been a month. I've been working in a goddamn brothel for a month, and there's no end in sight. Jack brought in another girl, I think her name was Cassadee, but she tried to run away, and to quote a favorite author of mine, John Green, she is no longer suffering from personhood.
I'm scared.
Luckily since it's mostly guys working here, I pretty much just bartend. Although I hate being around alcohol, but whatever. It's better then what the guys have to go through on a daily basis. Unfortunately, I can't help but be afraid that someday, and someday soon, something really bad is going to happen to me.
"Grace! I said I wanted this finished NOW! Hurry the fuck up, stupid whore." Jack yells at me from up near his office.
We open in less than an hour and I'm supposed to have the stage decorated for the guys already, but I've been trying to go as slowly as possible. Let's just say I'd much rather be mixing drinks than setting up for all of this shit any day. I sigh, dragging the last set piece in place, heading backstage to get changed into my slutty outfit. I fucking hate all of it. I feel stupid, cheap, disgusting. But I can't even talk to the guys about it, I mean compared to what they're going through....
And believe me, I know in the scheme of things it shouldn't matter very much, but this is putting a huge strain on my relationship with Alex. I can't lose him. I can't lose him like I've lost almost every person whose ever been important to me.
A female's voice ordering a drink in front of me startles me. I bow my head and turn to mix the drink.
"Wait, Grace? You little bitch, is that really you?"
I drop the glass from my hands - mom?
5/30/13