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Any tips I make, I use to gas up my old pickup truck that Daddy found for a steal.
"You did awesome, Tiny Dancer."
She grins at the nickname before rushing over to me, kissing my cheek, and whispering, "Thanks, sissy, "as Momma calls her down for her medication.
"You look really pretty, Sarah."
I grin, and she rushes out of my purple-walled room. I never moved out of Momma's and Daddy's house. After Mary was diagnosed with leukemia, I tried to drop out of school despite having a year left before college. My parents wouldn't hear of it, so I finished my senior year, but when I got the acceptance letters from all the elite schools' hours away, I turned down every single one and enrolled at Hunters Community College, twenty minutes away instead on a partial scholarship. I'd also gotten a job instantly after leaving the hospital at Brendan's diner two towns over. My parents were not happy, and they spent roughly four months ignoring me, hoping I'd change my mind. Still, each time I placed my paycheck on the cream marble kitchen counter, I saw the relief in their eyes. Mary's medical bills were high, and my daddy's job had only covered 40% of them with his insurance.
If I could go back, I'd still do what I did. I'm in college, even if it is only part-time. Still, I should be finished in two years, getting a mechanical degree, before applying for apprenticeships.
My family comes first, even before my happiness, because I'm not me without them.
I look in my tall mirror. My makeup is light and on point; my red hair is in a high ponytail, and my dark blue dress hugs my figure, matching my dark blue strappy heels. The sleeveless dress shows a bit of cleavage, but it hits my knees.
Sexy, yet respectful.
With a nod, I leave my room after ensuring I have my dark blue clutch with my keys and phone in it. Amy will be picking me up while Adam, her husband, because yes, as predicted, they got married straight after high school, will be at home with their two-year-old Dylan, who I adore more than anything in this world, well, apart from my baby sister, that is. I was Amy's maid of honor while Mary was their flower girl, and watching them get their happily ever after—seeing it day after day gives me hope that maybe I'll find someone who looks at Amy like Adam does.
Someday.
I quickly say bye to my parents. My father shakes his head at my dress, and my mother giggles at his reaction, knowing it could be worse. I kiss Mary on the head and leave, heading toward Amy, who, like me, is in a knee-length dress, though hers has elbow-length netted sleeves and is purple.
When we get to the club, the bouncer standing underneath the dark purple sign lets us in, causing the line to groan, making my cheeks go red as Amy giggles at my reaction.
I hate being the center of attention. If I ever get married, I'll flipping elope.
As soon as we get in, nothing but naked women greet us, with leering men sitting in the black booths, making me shiver in disgust. Some look old enough to be my grandpa. I understand some of these women are just trying to survive, but still, they don't need men that old licking their lips at them. I shudder as Amy clutches my arm, also looking out of place, "Why exactly did she want to come tonight of all nights when no men are stripping?"
I shrug because that's the question of the night.
"Maybe she's bi?" I ask, and Amy nods a little, her eyes scanning the place.
Maybe.
"AMY, SARAH OVER HERE."
We turn to our left and see the gang of girls. The only one who looks like they are enjoying themselves is Helena, who looks like she could belong here. Her blond hair was shining with glitter, her makeup was overly done, and her dark red dress, just like the shade of my flipping hair, looked to be painted on her body, her nipples barely covered.
Great.
Amy loops her arm through mine as we make our way over to the table. A brunette bends over, ensuring to shake her ass in Helena's face, who sticks her tongue out, trying to lick it. I really feel sorry for Brad. He's a medical major who doesn't know Helena's personality well. Still, she's played nice, knowing he comes from a wealthy family, and with the push of his mother, he popped the question after only three months of dating.
I don't see the wedding going ahead. Her true colors will pop through soon enough in the next month or in the next hour, with her soon-to-be sister-in-law scowling next to her.
Again, why am I here?
Amy clutches my hand, seeing my intention of running back out of this place and making me remember that she's the reason why.
Sighing, I look toward the bar, debating getting a drink, when I spot Shelby with one hell of a bad hair dye, and I sigh again, not wanting to speak to her. If I can go through the night without her noticing me, I'll have a better night than anticipated. I go to look away from her flirty eyes when the man sitting in front of her catches my attention. He's sitting down, but it seems he could be tall—much taller than my 5" 3. He's muscular, wearing one of those motorcycle club cuts that the girls at college go gaga over. He turns his head as a couple of men with the same cuts sit near him as Shelby stomps off in a huff, clearly not getting Boldy's attention because, yes, he has no hair, but he does have a beard as well as a large cobra tattoo on his neck.
Now, why do I find that sexy? Damn.
Amy nudges me, making me look at her, and she wiggles her brows, seeing where my attention is, and I laugh. She knows I want to get rid of my V. After the stress of life, I just want some fun for a little while, and I give her a nod so she knows I'll go for it, making her grin wide before Helena squeals, "ARE Y'ALL HAVING FUN BECAUSE I KNOW I AM?"
I turn to see her lick the stripper's thigh, making my mouth drop open as my phone rings.
Saved by the flipping bell.
