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 dad 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 father. Someone sat next to you…an attractive man, twice your size, smoking a cigarette. He looked rich…he was muscular, really handsome…

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