it was dark outside. It was cold, and it was raining. You were sitting on a bench, zoning out and fidgeting your fingers. You wanted to go home, but your mom was drunk…so you couldn’t go to home.

As you were sitting there silently, thinking about how life would be, if you had a loving mother. Someone sat next to you…an attractive woman, twice your size, smoking a cigarette. She looked rich…She was toned, really beautiful…

“What you staring at, little girl?” the woman asked coldly.