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| Esmeralda; Inspired by Hunchback of Notre Dame | |
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| SeleneK | Feb 20 2011, 09:02 PM Post #1 |
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Family comes first, no matter what. Whether it's when you need to ditch out on a first date or whether you need to get up and dance. For me, it was both. Granted, it was only going to be a blind date so I may not be missing out on much, but it was still a date. And before I explain the dancing, let me fill you in on something. My family's store is going out of business and we are having major money troubles. Our house is due to be put on the market sometime in the next few weeks and we're having trouble just getting through the next two days. With that thought, my attention was drawn towards my stomach which had been growling for the past hour. "Whoo! Shake it like you mean it, sexy!" My eyes were drawn to one of the men in the crowd with a particularly large handful of cash in his hands. I shoved down my revulsion and danced my way across the stage to get closer. My mind went to my little brother as the man shoved his meaty hands down my shirt to insert some cash. Maybe I could get him something special tonight if I have any extra cash. he was one of the only reasons I kept going. By the end of my shift I felt violated but successful. I walked out of Notre Dames, enjoying the weight that had been added to my bag, and onto the streets of Chicago. The walk to my home took a mere forty minutes, so I saw no need in driving just to use up the gas in our car. I pulled my coat closer as a group of men passed by, feeling the need to compromise for my previous actions. My attempt at walking by unnoticed failed as one of the men addressed me. "Hey beautiful, you got anything under that trench-coat of yours?" Of course I hadn't bothered to bring a change of clothes to work because it was planned last minute and I'd rushed out of the house to get there. I continued to walk, ignoring them and facing straight ahead. As I'd feared, a hand grabbed my arm not even two seconds later. "Hey, I was talking to you." Unfortunately, I hadn't brought my MACE with me either, just my luck. I decided to play ignorant. "I'm sorry?" "I asked what you have under this?" The mans fingers slid around the collar of my coat as he said this. All of the repulsion that I'd held back at work came bubbling back, and this time I didn't have to push it aside. I jerked back, not wanting his hands to go any farther. "I do believe that it's called clothing. If you would please excuse me now, I have to go meet someone." Only a partial lie, seeing as my brother was at home waiting for me. "Well, I think they can wait," he said as he tightened his grip on my arm, "Right guys?" he turned to the rest of his group, which consisted of three, obviously drunk men. Their replies came back as positive whoops and cheers. "Just one little peek? Maybe you could put on a show for us." Pigs! That's all they are, vile swine that sit in bars all day getting drunk and terrorizing girls. Some girls may be stupid enough to be flattered, but I was not fooled. After a day of men grabbing at me and shouting for my body, I knew that's all they really cared about. I had to get back home to my brother though, I couldn't let these men stop me. If anything happened to me then he would have no one. Just as he kept me dancing for my job, my brother had me jerking out of the hands of a pig. I only got two steps before I was attacked. The men surrounded me, tearing at my coat like the animals they were. As I was struggling to get out of their grasp, I heard a whistle. The four men must've heard it too because they stopped and spun around towards the source. "I leave you guys alone for five minutes and look what you've managed to catch." Another man walked up to us and looked down at me. "Well, she sure is a looker." Any hope that I had for being saved was gone, but I took advantage of the distraction and kicked at one of the guys. This made him double over and I jerked out of the enclosure through the small opening to my freedom. I didn't even bother to look back until I was a good distance away and sure that no one was following. |
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