Live Fast, Die Pretty

[BRAIN EAT3R]

I'm writing the story as we speak.

Just so no one gets too antsy, I made this !!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14uXuFbP6CM

[cherry_kaulitz]

looks like its gonna be awsome

[BRAIN EAT3R]

Chapter 1
The First Sight

The cool English air was cold as always, my face covered just above my nose by my scarf. My hands shoved into the depths of my pockets hoping to keep warm. My ears burned from the wind, my destination not much further. As I rounded the corner, there stood the building I dreded, but made life possible for my son and I.

Hi, I'm Dulcie Evans, and I'm 17 years old living on my own with my two year old son. My very first boyfriend I had ever had impregnated me, promising to stay forever, but ran at the first sight of my son, Wes. Now I live in a shabby flat with him, doing whatever I can to help us survive. My parents kicked me out as soon as they heard I was pregnant. They said that if I was responsible enough to have sex without a condom then I'm responsible enough to take care of this child on my own.

That morning I woke up, Wes still sound asleep. I tip-toed into his room, giving him a light kiss on his soft as silk forehead. I went into the bathroom quickly doing what I always do, then headed into the kitchen. I grabbed the eggs from the fridge, cracking them over over a bowl. My baby boy Wes doesn't like his eggs any other way then scrambled. My eyelids heavy, and hands weak, I poured the bowl into the skillet watching out my floor level window. I was lucky enough to find Liz here, she's not related to me, but she took me in giving me this apartment. My rent is lower and I just need to keep the place clean. I turned off the flame, hearing Wes starting to cry. I ran in, picking him up "Shhhh. . ." I began to sing him a lullaby, "Hush little baby don't say a word, momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird. . ." it never put him to sleep, but only calmed him. Wes was a good baby, not coliky at all. I sat him in his high chair, grabbing his Thomas The Tank Engine plate, throwing the eggs on it. I ran into the bathroom one more time, throwing on make up, clothes and doing my hair, and one other thing. I heard a knock on the door, knowing it was the babysitter. I grabbed my coat, and headed out.



Bill's POV 8:00 pm

"Tom, you know I hate coming to strip clubs, they aren't for me." I hated when he dragged me here, I just put my head down and sat.
"Please, for me?" He made a puppy dog face at me, which I couldn't resist.
"Fine!" We headed into the dimly lit room, where really bad music was playing with the smell of cheap cigarettes and stale cigars burned my nose. I sat next to my brother in a really cheesy velour booth. We had the "VIP" lounge, which was basically a round table with a pole in the middle, only able to seat about six. A woman began to walk towards us, menus in her hands.
"Here you go boys." Her voice raspy from too many years of smoking. I opened up the menu, and instead of drinks and foor, listed names of girls working that you could have, it disgusted me.
"I've got it!" Tom threw his hands up and his menu down.
"Got what?"
"Which girl is going to dance for us." I closed the menu and crossed my arms, scrunching down in my chair. I watched Tom as he whispered the name into the waitress' ear, making it a big surprise for the rest of us. I closed my eyes for a second, thinking of a somewhat cute girl I saw when walking here today.

"Hey boys." I heard from next to me. I opened my eyes to one of the most beautiful things every. her eyes were deep pools of hazel, hair blond on top with dark brown on bottom. She wore a schoolgirl outfit, with her hair in pig tails, my eyes glued to her. "Can I help you?"
She smiled at me, I shook my head, "Oh no." I leaned back again, crossing my arms. Tom pulled out his money, and Georg did as well. The girl walked up onto the table, dancing on the pole, her moves smooth and sexy, I couldn't help but stare. She bent down, crawling on the table towards Tom, his grin growing, until she sat on his lap.



Dulcie's POV 3:00 am

"Well, I'm done. Ugh, there was this guy with dreds today that was all over me." I looked in the mirror one last time, standing up and grabbing my coat.
"That's our buisness for you hun. Hey, you going home already?" Laverne, a woman almost like my mom asked.
"Yeah, I got to get home to my little boy." I smiled, and headed out, taking the long way home, as always. I returned home to our babysitter fast asleep on the couch. Tip toeing, I headed into Wes' room, finding him fast asleep. I went over, shaking Annie's, that's my babysitter, arm, "Wake up hun."
"Huh?!?" She jumped up startled.
"You can go home now." I handed her some moeny I made tonigh, "Thank you." She slammed the door, clunking her way out of the apartment. I made my way into the bathroom, washing my face and changing. I brushed my teeth, and did what I do every night. When I was done, I headed into my bedroom, turning the TV on and falling fast asleep.

[schrei.in.die.nacht]

i really like it so far.
its not the average fanfic.
*bookmarks topic*

[raven]

cool but different write more please

[BRAIN EAT3R]

Chapter 2
We Meet Again

I woke up the next morning to Wes crying in his crib, I jumped up scurrying over to his room, hoisting him into my arms, "Shhhhh, baby, shhh." I went into the living room, placing him in his little play pen area and headed into the kitchen. I looked out the window, the sky dimly lit, about mid afternoon. People strolled by, getting on with their lives, each one looking spiffier than the next. I heard the whistle of the tea kettle, snapping me back to reality, as I poured myself a hot cup of green tea. I could hear Wes girggling up little spit bubbles in the living room. It wasn't difficult having a child, I wouldn't have been able to give him away, he was too precious. I sat staring at him watch his cartoons and thank god that I have him. I hear the doorbell, and jump up, slowly opening the door. "Rent dueee!!"
It was lucy, "Alright, here you go." I handed her the envelope with the money. "Hey can you watch Wes for me today?" I ask sticking my head from the bathroom, hearing her make rasberries on Wes's stomach.
"Of course! No problem, you go make money." She lifted him into the air, and I went back to what I was doing in the bathroom. I finished, heading out. "Bye hun!" I heard Lucy call.
"Bye."

The streets were crowded, and I felt as though every person's eyes were burning a hole in my back. My pace increased, my mind racing. I don't know what was going on, I felt oddly paranoid, until I walked right into someone, knocking me backwards. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, as I saw a hand reach out to me.
"No it's my fau. . ." The man before me had giant hair, sticking out at all ends. Smooth brown eyes implanted in a perfectly structured face. "Um, it was my fault, I was so deep in thought." His mind seemed distant, almost as if he saw something familia yet shocking.
I grabbed his hand, "Thank you, sorry." I walked away, heading to my job once again, for big smelly men to rub all over me.


Bill's POV

I don't know why my mind wouldn't wander from the night before, we were there for so long, and yet she was all over Tom. I guess that's cause he had all the money, but still, she was beauty in itself. Everytime I try to think of someone else, she pops right back up.

BAM!!!!

"Oh I'm so sorry!" A petit girl exclaimed.
"No it's my fau. . ." Then it hit me, as I stuck my hand out, it was the girl from last night. Though she seemed different, not herself. Her eyes were distant with a faint lining of paranoia. I didn't like it, it made me angry, and I wanted it to go away. "Um, it was my fault, I was so deep in thought." She grabbed my hand, her soft skin brushing against mine.
"Thank you sorry." She scurried off, and I watched till she completely disappeard. I wanted to know more, I wanted to know everything there was to know about her. Her name, he age, her life.

I made my way back towards the hotel, up to the room. We had a big gig tonight and I couldn't stay out too late. I ran into the bathroom, fixing my make up when Tom came in. "Hey!" he called.
"Hey, you'll never believe what happened to me today." I was so excited to tell him.
"What?" He seemed disinterested.
"Remeber the stripper from last night?"
"Yeah, what about her besides she was HOTT!"
"Shut up, anyway I ran into her today, like literally ran into her. I knocked her backwards." I laughed a little, remebering her eyes, and how sad they looked.
"Sweet." he was in his own little world. I finished with my make up and went into my closet. I grabbed a new pair of jeans and t-shirt, not bothering to change my jewlery. I just wish I could meet this girl one more time, and actually get to know her.

[ChOcoLaTe_CuP_CaKe]

this story is really cool

i really like it its ... different ... and thats what makes it hawt <3

continue ma its really good!

[BRAIN EAT3R]

Chapter 3
The "Formal" Arrangement

I arrived early, everyone getting ready, tables being set, the rooms still brightly lit. "Hey Dulcie." I heard Lauren call, one of the dancers.
"Hey." I went into the back sitting in front of my vanity table. I picked up my bag, pulling out my make up, staring at myself, wondering why I'm still doing this. I sat there, staring at myself, "It's for him." I said to myself. As I applied my makeup a single tear ran down my cheek, and I wondered when I would be done with all this, everything, when I could live a normal life.
"Opening in five!" I heard the manager call from the door, "Hey Dulcie, you alright?"
"Yeah fine, I think I got something in my eye." I giggled.
The pain was always unbearable, I wondered what my son would think of me if her knew that I did this, if he knew what I did to calm my fears. I picked up my outfit for the night, a pair of booty shorts with hot pink leggings and a gold metallic bikini top. As I dressed, I did some breathing excersises, preparing myself.
Time passed, I did a few dances, until Ronny, the manager came back to talk to me, "Dulcie, you got a private dance tonight, get dressed in whatever you want."

Bill's POV
The concert ended, and I headed out into the night. I felt gross knowing where I was going, but I had to do it, I needed to see her. The streets were empty, only a few people standing and smoking, most likely drug dealers. I crept my way along the dark streets, trying to remember where the club was. I saw red neon lights indicating the place I was to enter. As I walked in, a girl was dancing, I stood watching her. Men drooling like dogs around her, throwing dollars on the stage, smoking their cigars.
"You need something hun?" I remembered the woman from the other night.
"Yeah, do you remember me?"
"Of course I do, you came in with three other boys last night, right?" Her voice raspy, body old.
"Yeah, do you remember out dancer?" A smile crept along her face, sort of a sly one at that.
"Yes indeed, would you like a private dance?"
"Sure, can you tell me her name?"
"Dulcie." The words slipped from her lips like a secret, and I wondered if that was her real name or her dancing name. "Follow me."
I followed her up some stairs, to a hallway with doors all along it. "Right in here, she'll be in soon." I opened the door to a dim room, the walls black with glow in the dark stars all over. There was a maroon velour couch, and a table in the middle. I sat down, until I heard a knock.
"Come in." A lanky girl walked in.
"Can I get you a drink?" Her voice so high, she could have been thirteen.
"I'll have a glass of champagne please."
"Coming right up." I sat there, waiting for her to come. Time seemed to move so slow, her arrival not quite approaching. I wondered what would happen, if she was going to dance for me. But that's not what I wanted, I wanted to rescue her from this world, help her, change her. This didn't seem like the world for her.
Another knock on the door, "Come in."
There she was, wearing only a mini skirt and a small white tee, her eyes sad, her hair flowing. She looke beautiful, yet so depressed. I stood, excited to see her, yet oddly nervous.
"So, what would you like?"

Dulcie's POV
"Come in." I heard from behind the door. One thing I hated about this job was the private rooms, usually the older men get them.
As I opened the door, there stood the boy from last night. He couldn't be too much older than me, his eyes filled with joy. "So, what would you like?" I said as seductive as I could.
He walked up to me, grabbing my hand, "To talk."
I was surprised, her pulled me over to the couch sitting me down next to him. "You realize you could do anything with me, and all you want to do is talk?"
"Yes." He stared at me, not like all the other guys wanting to do me right then and there, but like her respected me, like he cared. "What's your name?"
"Dulcie."
"No you're real name."
"It's Dulcie, my name's exotic enough to be my dancing name." I giggled, happy that we were only talking. "How old are you?"
"I'm 18, and my name's Bill." He stared me in the eyes, I felt my throat closing, my eyes burning. I was ready to cry. "Can I take you with me?"
"What?"
"Come with me, leave this place." His voice enthusiastic.
"I can't, I don't even know you!" I was shocked.
"What do you have to loose?"
"My son." His eyes grew large with shock, I knew that he was surprised, most guys ran away when they heard that.
"You have a son???"
"Yes."
"How old are you?"
"17, but I lied and said 18 to work here. Listen, if you're just going to sit here, I have other things to attend to, this costs money you know." I stood, turning for the door, but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down.
"And I have money. At least do this for me," he placed a folded piece of paper in my hand, "call me."
He stood up, walking out of the room as I unfolded the paper, his number inside.

[ChOcoLaTe_CuP_CaKe]

its offical ... i love this story <333

[Haley1018]

I love it!!! post more soon!

[XxInyourNightmarexX]

Really cool!
Oh the harsh realities of life.

[ZOMBIE GIRL]

Hey guys, I'm BRAN EAT3R. I forgot my password and created a new account. I'll continue this story if anyone would like me to.

Edit* Actually I will be writing from my account; HEROINE PLEASE