“Get up.” He held put his hand for you to take.

He, the boss of the mafia, was looking at you like you were a hurt puppy. It wasn’t wrong though. You were a hurt, helpless puppy. Nothing in your life went right, from your birth on you were doomed with pain. The people who should made your life great made it miserable. So when this charming boy stepped in your life you were hopelessly in love. He would give you the love and attention you always wanted, though this didn’t last long. Soon he began asking you for money. Large sums of money. When you didn’t pay him the money he would beat you. At some point you had no money left, so you borrowed some from the mafia. You were in depth debt.

Now the boss of the mafia was holding his hand out to you? When he knocked on your door you thought he would try to get his money back, but now were you were sitting on the floor, huddled together in a corner of your one room apartment where you hadn’t paid rent for several months.

“Pack your things, you’re not staying here” He wrinkled his nose at the side of your dirty apartment.