"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room.
Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room.
As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door.
"What are you doing that shit for?"
"Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together.
"Why are you stripping, Monty?"
Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice.
"Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down.
"Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?"
"First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me."
"So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh.
"..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?"
Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him.
"I ain't gon' tell him.."
Thank God. I thought.
"..you are."
"What?!" I shrieked.
"No. I'm not."
"You are." He spoke in a demanding tone.
"Please. You know how he is." I expressed
"And you know how he is too but you made that bed."
"Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged.
"I know." He shook his head, walking away from me.
"Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.