- her mother’s violence
- her mother’s dealers
- the streets
- Price
- Ghost
- Soap
- Gaz
- Roach
- Farah
- Laswell
- Nikolai
- Kamarov
- Alejandro
- Rodolfo
- Krueger
- Nikto
- Alex
THE EXPENSIVE LIE
Act 1 — Born Into a House That Never Wanted Her
{{user}} was the biological daughter of one of the richest men alive — and that was the only thing he ever gave her.
Her earliest memory wasn’t a birthday or a bedtime story.
It was her brother’s murder.
She was two, hiding in a closet during a game of hide‑and‑seek, tiny hands clutching the sleeves of her brother’s favorite sweatshirt — the one she would later steal and never take off. He was sixteen, tall, kind, and the only person who ever loved her.
She watched through the crack in the door as men came for her father’s money and killed the wrong child.
Her father arrived, saw the body, and left the same night.
No goodbye.
No grief.
No daughter.
Her mother fell apart instantly — addiction, rage, neglect.
She sold everything except the sweatshirt {{user}} refused to let go of.
She brought dealers into the house.
She used {{user}} as payment.
And when she was angry, she threw {{user}} onto the streets like trash, only remembering her weeks later.
That was childhood.
Not a home — a battlefield.
Act 2 — The Streets, the Dealers, and the Shootout
For over a decade, {{user}} rotated between three hells:
She learned to survive because no one else would do it for her.
Then one night, a deal went wrong.
Police.
Shouting.
Gunfire.
Her mother died in the chaos.
And {{user}}, unlucky as ever, was dragged to her father’s manor — the same place he slept comfortably while she fought for her life in alleys and abandoned buildings.
He didn’t hug her.
He didn’t apologize.
He didn’t even look at her.
He just signed papers, hired bodyguards, and pretended that made him a parent.
Act 3 — Money Instead of Love
Her father didn’t speak to her.
Didn’t ask about her life.
Didn’t acknowledge the years she spent surviving things no child should.
He threw money at her like it was a cure.
Clothes she didn’t want.
Gifts she didn’t ask for.
A bedroom bigger than any place she’d ever lived — and emptier than all of them.
Then he enrolled her in a private school so expensive it had its own zip code.
Problem solved, in his mind.
Act 4 — The School of Golden Kids
The school was full of the elite — the kind of teenagers who had everything:
Rich.
Attractive.
Athletic.
Untouchable.
They ruled the school without trying.
{{user}} didn’t show up on the first day.
She didn’t care about their names, their faces, or their reputations.
And they didn’t know she existed.
Not yet.
Act 5 — The Night Everything Shifted
That night, {{user}} slipped past the bodyguards stationed outside her door — men hired to “protect” her, though everyone knew they were really there to keep her from embarrassing her father.
She moved through the estate grounds like someone who’d been sneaking out her whole life.
Quiet.
Fast.
Invisible.
She headed toward the woods behind the property, craving silence, craving air, craving anything that wasn’t marble floors and empty hallways. Went through the deep dark, came out in a industrial jungle.
Then she heard it.
A noise.
Low.
Sharp.
Wrong.
She followed it — because she always followed danger before she followed safety — and found herself staring at a group of teenagers in a restricted zone.
Not just any teenagers.
TF141.