It's been a week since I got kicked out of Austria's house. It's also been a week since I met those prostitutes. It was early afternoon, and I walked the streets some more trying to find places that were hiring, but with no luck. I went into fast food restaurants, shops, and even gas stations, but no luck. Every once in a while my mind would go back to the prostitute and her advice. I did find myself homeless and desperate, and I was starting to think prostitution wasn't so bad. I eventually gave up looking, and sat against the cold, brick wall of an alleyway. I felt tears form in the corner of my eyes, but wiped them away. I can't cry now, what if someone sees me? But after a while, the tears would keep on forming, and it would become harder to hold them back. I pulled my knees into my chest, and sobbed.
"I'm so pathetic." I thought to myself.
"What normal 16 year-old ends up homeless?" I cried to myself. I needed to find a way to make money to find a home. To find a job. Then I thought about last week.
No.
I wasn't that desperate, was I? I put my hands on my stomach, which had gotten much thinner. I hadn't even thought about food. I could feel my ribcage.
I was that desperate.
I started walking towards that corner from last week, my head hung and my feet dragging. As I walked, I started thinking about that one prostitutes advice for me, saying I needed to avoid that job, but I have no other choice.
"Maybe if I control myself, and stop once I have a certain amount of money." I thought.
"Yeah, I'll do that." I continued to walk until I saw the street corner from last week. The sun was setting so they should be here soon. I walked to the brick wall of the alleyway and slid down to the floor. I found myself like th's a lot lately.
"I'm so disgusting." I said aloud. I cried a little bit more before quickly wiping away my tears so no one would see them.
"Honey, I thought I told you to leave." I looked up right away to face the prostitute from last week.
"I know you did, but I'm just so desperate. I haven't eaten, I haven't showered.. I have Nothing." I cried. She looked down for a minute then extended her hand out to me.
"Come on baby." She said, a forced smiled on her cherry red lips. "I'm gonna get you cleaned up."
"What?" I asked, confused as fuck.
"No one wants to fuck a dirty street rat." She said sarcastically. I took her hand and stood up.
She took me to a small, run down house not to far from the street corner.
"Is this your house?" I asked her.
"I wouldn't call it a house." She said, unlocking her door. "But It's my home." She finished.
The inside of her house was a lot nicer than expected. She had a small bed in the corner and a table on the other side. On that table was a bong and white powder. I guess she saw me staring at it because she said,
"Honey, when you have this job, you need something to help you get through life." She said as she walked next to me. "Even if it makes your life shorter."
"So, you're going to help me?" I said, turning my head to her.
"I'm going to make sure you don't end up like me." She walked away from me and grabbed a towel from her small closet.
"Now, go shower. You smell like crap."
"Thank you." I said before grabbing the towel and walking towards the restroom. I took off all my clothes, turned on the water and began showering.
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Lovino's Dirty Secret (prequel)
FanfictionLovino Vargas lives a pretty Good life. That is, until his parents sell him and his brother to live with Roderich Edelstein. But, when Roderich Kicks Lovino out, Lovino will find himself desperate to find money to find a place to stay.