Lifeless bodies  swimming in a pool of blood, bullet holes everywhere and hiding under the couch witnessing what had happened shaking traumatized, putting my hand covering my sister's mouth so she wouldn't scream or make a sound. Italian deep thick accents shredding my parents to pieces until they became lifeless I could hear my mother's screams as they took every single breath out of her I could hear my father's cries as they killed his wife. And there it was the final bullet sound echoing in my ears in the speed of  a second. Door closed seeing nothing but a destroyed house that was once a home. All I could see or feel in the heat of the moment was fear Celine rushed over to our lifeless parents drained of life. My face flooded with tears as I begun to pack my bag. Fighting  my sister off of the lifeless bodies as she was covered in blood. The echoing of screams and her pain shattered every piece of my heart. Days and nights roaming the streets running away from foster  home to foster home. Finally had the courage to look for a job but a job that could make money quick introducing myself to the world of stripping. Still sleeping on the streets inching for  a bit of hope for Celine. Then finally into my third week of my new job getting enough money for a small apartment and a proper meal.  Weeks turned into a few months finally getting my shit together. Achieving a small furnished apartment, getting Celine the clothes and food she needed while enrolling her to online school. All doing this as a boss bitch. I could finally give her  a sense of a normal life again accept for the nightmares she faced at night and my flash backs. For now we just need to get accustomed to this new life. A new chapter that started off shitty.

A year later: 

Waking up with my body feeling sore from last night when people say stripping is just an activity they're just lying to themselves stripping is a sport, all the positions swinging on the stripping polls requires stamina all the lap dances from late at night to early morning requires stamina. I honestly hate grinding up against these disgusting old men but other than that I love stripping. Like I see it differently stripping isn't just a sexual appeal. It's so much more than that the adrenaline that rushes through me every time I get on that stage is amazing, the amount of self confidence that I failed to find in myself now makes me feel powerful and dominant, The feeling I get while swinging and doing my favorite positions is absolutely amazing. But it never seems to fill the empty void inside of me even though a year has passed. I still get flashbacks from the murder of my parents. It's like a clear video of everything that happened. Removing myself from my mind and thoughts I get up and and tend to today's activities and errands before the night time. Usually I'd run my daily errands and then at night I'd tuck Celine my seven year old angel in bed and get ready for my ten pm  shift until three in the morning.  Celine is my constant motivation I just wished I could give her more than this being with her in the day and leaving her alone at night thing but it's what I have to do to make sure we have a roof over our heads and food to eat. If I gave up stripping our lives would be even worse than before we'd go back to roaming the streets. Luckily no one knows I'm underaged. I fix myself up and told Celine to get ready to go to the supermarket because I notice we were out of a few things.

After getting ready I grabbed Celine and we headed out. The supermarket was just a walk away and so was the strip club. We finally made it to the supermarket and Celine's face finally lit up with glee seeing the snack isle. 

''Sissy can I pick up as many snacks as I want?''

''Sure kiddo but only ten snacks ok?''

''Ok''. I loved seeing her happy it took a while for her to be a happy since a year ago the amount of explaining I had to do when she wanted Mom to tuck her in and Dad to sing her favorite song just broke my heart telling her all of it wasn't going to happen again. I watched her go crazy in the snack isle seeing her eyes light up made my heart warm. After shopping we finally made it up to the cashier where I pulled out my stack of cash.

''Sissy where did you get all that money from?''

''Don't worry all that matters is that your taken care of''

''Ok sissy ''

It sunk my heart that she asked me that but I knew I was doing this for me and her to survive because she was the only person I had left in this world that kept me going. All of this is for her because I can't imagine loosing her too. My world was non existent without my little butterfly beside me.

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