I walked up the stairs, feeling tired. A woman walked pass we me almost knocking me down. “Aah,”
“I sorry,” she said picking up one of my crutches that had fell on the floor.
“I am fin,” I replied that us when I recognized her.
Long nevy black hair, eyeshadow and a red lipstick. She wore a shirt red dress, revealing her tiny thighs. “lola,”
Her eyes widen. “Sister Siren,”
“You okay,” I asked reaching my hand to her small face, which I recognized had a few bruises.
The broken lip was what caught my eye. She jerked back with tears gathered in her eyes.
“I am sorry?” before running up the stairs.
I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. I was sure she was also in the same trouble as I was, having to have sex with every men in order to get a place to stay.
I needed to help her, help her get out of that li
MY ARTThe smoke slowl skid out my lips which were pressed into a thin line. Their eyes seemed to move with me as they passed by. “Hi pretty,” a black haired man said passing by.After that sentence I felt my stomach hurt. It was just disgusting for someone as old as Plot to make that remark, especially to someone who was young enough to be his daughter. Something about his eyes seemed shady.The footsteps approaching caught my attention as the cigarette on my hand dropped on the ground. It had to be him, Jack.A familiar face appeared instead of Jack. “shit,” I mumbled pulling my hoodie up.“Siren, what are you doing out here so late?” she asked, almost pulling out her pistol from her coat.Shit April had just saw me. What was I going to tell her about being out at night.“Hi,” I nervously said.“You almost scared me you death,” she said with her with