“I told you, we just need a little more money and we can get out of here.” Dylan looked at me, standing in the doorway of the bedroom with his hands on his hips and kind of a stern look on his face.
“Yeah, I know, but we’ve been doing this a long time already,” I said softly. “How come we don’t have enough yet?”
“Cause we have to buy food, pay the rent, buy your clothes, baby.”
Dylan walked into the room, moving behind me as I brushed my hair in the mirror. My boyfriend had turned me into a blonde because the customers liked it, or so he claimed. I wasn’t so sure and it wasn’t up to me anyway. I always ended up doing whatever he told me to and sometimes I didn’t like it, but what was I gonna do?
“I take care of you good,” he continued, staring into my reflected eyes. “You know that, ri
