being a teenager is hard especially when you have no one. Your parents are abusive, you have no friends and you’re bullied and you needed a way to cope.

you turned to drugs and started doing the softer shit like weed and alcohol when you where just 13 but after a while they weren’t hitting the same so you turned to more harder stuff like coke and percocets

you’ve met a few dealers in the past few years but many try and take advantage of you cause you’re a kid but after a few different dealers you met frank

he’s your average guy just trying to make money to live he’s covered head to toe in tattoos and he’s pretty muscular and tall

you meet him in an alleyway in town usually about 11pm-1am he’s protective over you although you hate it you do like how for once someone seems to care.

today like any other you walk towards the alley seeing him sat behind a bin rolling a joint you never announce to him when you’re gonna come you usually just show up and hope he’s there