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MY PRINCE WILL COME: Cassie's Story
By Darlena LaCrosse
Cassie Layne pulled her already practically translucent T-shirt
up and over her head, and flung it into the audience of drunk,
cheering men. She had to close her eyes to do it. She always
had to close her eyes to do it. It was the only way Cassie
could simultaneously deal with how low she'd sunk and, at
the same time, continue doing it. Because, every time she
closed her eyes, Cassie was blocking out the sights and sounds
and smells swallowing her alive inside this fetid, sweaty
strip-club, and focusing on the one thing that truly mattered:
her beautiful little girl, her precious, perfect Tammy.
The state had taken Tammy away. They'd come waving their
court-orders and dropping words like "unfit" and
"irresponsible," and they'd ripped her baby out
of Cassie's arms. Poor Tammy had been so scared, sobbing and
clinging to Cassie so hard that she actually ripped a few
blonde hairs out of Cassie's head when they finally wrenched
her away.
Like Cassie, Tammy had first tried to be reasonable with
the Social Services people. Even through her sobs, she'd tried
to insist, "No, no, I want to stay with my Mommy. Please,
I'll be good, I promise. Please, I want to stay with my Mommy.
Please."
Her plaintive "please" was the final straw that
ripped Cassie's heart out. She'd tried so hard to raise Tammy
right. To teach her to be well-mannered and polite and to
always use words like "please." Cassie taught Tammy
to always ask nicely for things to ensure getting them. Well,
here Tammy was, asking as nicely as she knew how. And here
was Cassie, actually getting down on her knees to beg, "Please
don't take her away from me. She's all I have. Please."
And what good did it do either one of them?
Nobody cared about Cassie and Tammy. They didn't care that
Cassie loved her daughter more than anything in the world,
that she would never, ever let anything happen to her, that
she would starve herself before Cassie let Tammy even feel
a little bit hungry. All they cared about was that Cassie
had no job, that her ex-husband, Rob, Tammy's father, had
disappeared without so much as a trace, much less a child-support
check. They thought that having no money made Cassie an unfit
parent. And so they took a sobbing Tammy away, and put her
in a foster home. And, worst of all, they told Cassie she
wasn't allowed to see her daughter. Not until she "got
her life together." Not until she got her life together
the way THEY wanted her to.
Now, Cassie was pretty certain that stripping in between
drunken brawls was not exactly what Social Services had in
mind when they told her to get her life together. But what
choice did Cassie have? It was the only job she could find.
And if there was one thing that Cassie knew from her own childhood
being bounced around from one foster-home to another, it was
that, most of the time, Social Services equated getting your
life together with having money.
And so Cassie stripped. She bet she was the only stripper
in history who went through the majority of her routine with
her eyes closed and her mind focused on the menagerie of stuffed
animals she intended to buy for Tammy just as soon as they
were reunited. Just as soon as Cassie found out where in the
world her little girl was...
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