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15th June 2021, 5.42pm

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I DIDN'T SLEEP THAT NIGHT.

I stayed up and counted all my saved up money for college, for Aurora's school fees and all the money dad left us. It was enough to pay for two weeks of moms transplant, and for the food and other bills of two weeks. Aurora's school fees wasn't due till two months later, so that was another less problem for me.

I had only two weeks to earn enough money to pay for two weeks of moms transplant, and all the food/other bills. Plus Aurora's school fees to be paid in two months.

I calculated my school attendance, so that I could take as many holidays as I could to earn more money. I could take about fifteen days off, which was about three weeks (five days a week), in order to get an 80% attendance to sit for my exams.

Looks like I'll be running around trying to find jobs this week.

• • •

Ten forty-five pm.

I double checked if Aurora was asleep or not, and thankfully she was. Creeping out, I unlocked the front door and crept down the stairs of the apartment building.

The club was a five minute walk from our home, and I had to reach there in fifteen minutes.

I had a three hour work shift in the club as a bartender, from eleven pm to two am. It paid well and some of the drunk males that came there - females came as well to drink - gave way too much money as a tip - which was a bonus for me. After the club closed at two am, there were many guys littered over the streets outside the club smoking and drinking - even on weekdays. This was the main time to drug deal - hence I earn more money at night then in the day.

The main problem for the club was with me there was only one bartender with me after midnight - Abigail. She's a very confident person, who loves to sleep around. Every day she makes sure to go with someone to their home - and the next days she's always bragging that she stole so much money from the drunk male she fucked. She's always encouraging me to do something like that but I can't just throw away my dignity like that.

My other co worker - Bianca, has a shift from eight pm to twelve am. She's just like me - shy, conserved and less talkative. I really like her - she's like a friend who I can laugh with, without feeling awkward. But she leaves at twelve am - two hours before the club closed.

The only problem of the bar was that we had to wear revealing clothes to attract males, like cropped tank tops that ended above our belly button, and booty shorts. I absolutely hate showing off my body this way; but I had to earn money. No other place was hiring me as I hadn't even graduated high school yet.

I sighed, before speeding up my pace as the club was right across the street.

• • •

The club was lightly dimmed, with disco lights to illuminate the place. There was a huge stage in the middle of the club, for the dancers/girls to entertain the men. It was a strip club after all. On one side of the club, the whole side was enveloped into a bar, and the rest of the area was the dance floor. The dancers performed every thirty minutes to an hour, which gave us bartenders time to wash our hands as they got really sticky from the drinks.

Our boss, Jasper, was a big buff man with way too much muscle, and he was as old as my dad. He owned the club and took care of us female bartenders. He even had security cameras put up and security all around the club so that if someone tries to do something they shouldn't, we could easily call for help.

"Blaire, how's it going?" Bianca asked me, as I arrived. I went behind the bar and unlocked the back door, which led to a locker room where us bartenders could keep our things. Only we had the keys to it.

"I'm okay," I replied, before slipping out of my dark hoodie and jeans. Walking out on the street in tank tops and booty shorts at two am in the night with drug addicts was not a safe option, which is why I wore a hoodie and jeans back and forth.

"You don't look okay," she commented.

I pondered over what to say. Bianca was not in the same situation as me; her parents died a year ago on her seventeenth birthday, and she has been working hard for the past one and half year to make ends meet and pay bills. I knew that she was saving up money so that she could fly over to Ireland to meet her grandma and live with her. Her grandma didn't even know that her parents had died, yet.

Should I tell her about mom?

I didn't tell Kimi and Jasmine about mom because they would try to pay for the treatment and I didn't want them to do that. Bianca would not do anything like that, and she would keep it a secret.

"My mom had a breathing attack this afternoon," I said, shoving my bag into one of the lockers before locking it up. Bianca's gasp echoed through out the locker room, and about fifteen awkward seconds later, I felt a warm hand latch onto my right shoulder.

"Oh my god Blaire. Is she okay?"

"I-I don't know B. The doctors want money to do her lung transplant in a month and said she developed asthma. I don't know where to get this money from," I said, turning around to face her before she threw her arms around my neck, pulling me into a hug.

"Calm down. You can double your shift here and work from eight pm to two am? Or you can skip a couple of days of school and work at the restaurant from the morning instead of starting at 3pm? Don't worry, it's going to be okay," Bianca consoled, but I could hear the worry in her voice. Ignoring it, I clutched onto her words as a piece of hope.

"Thank yo-" I was cut off, by a loud and shrill voice form outside the door.

"Oi bitches! Get out here and help with these sexy men," Abigail screeched from outside, before loud wolf whistles from men could be heard from outside.

I turned to Bianca, giving her a small smile.

"Thank you," I whispered, before taking her hand in mine and breathing out, "let's go," with my voice normal.

Bianca returned my smile, walking hand in hand towards the door.

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Originally written: 27/03/20, 2.47pm
(I wrote this about six months ago from this date but the ending wasn't done which i did on the date given)

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