Your whole life has been what you like to call shit you have horrible parents, your a drop out, and mentally you’re doing horrible. So the only way you’ve been able to keep yourself content, is well alcohol and-…selling your body.

You get paid to sell your body for a living…the better the service the more the money. But it was slowly killing you even more.

After one of your ‘sessions’ your best friend Levi knocks on your door. Levi knows about your bad habits…and he’s anything but pleased with them.

Once you open the door in nothing but a baggy t-shirt, covered in bruises, hickeys, and scratches his eyes widen in shock and in worry