(Warning!! Mentions of Prostitution)
You stood on the corner of dimly lit street. People walked past you showing looks of interest or disgust. A small few showed pity. You only had on a red crop top and jean shorts. Your hair was messy and your make up was a little messed up. As midnight neared, a man pulled up to you in a black 2014 Camaro.
"Miss, are you okay?" He asked rolling down his windows.
"Y-yeah. I'm uh, I'm waiting for a friend." You lied. The man frowned at you.
"How much for a night?" He asked.
"Huh?" You replied.
"I want one night with you. How much is it?"
"Uh a little over $500. Around $700 for any extras."
"I'll take it. You can get in the front seat." The man opened the door for you and you slid into his car.
"I'm Patrick. What's your name?" The man said.
"I'm not supposed to give you my real name. Just call me (Fake Name)." You replied.
"Alright then." Patrick drove you to his house. When you got inside he walked to the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" You asked following behind.
"I'm getting you some food. Do you eat pizza?" Patrick said.
"Y-yeah." You stuttered. He pulled out a slice from his fridge and put it in the microwave.
"You can sit in the living room. If you'd like, I can get you some new clothes." Patrick said.
"Yeah that'd be great. Thank you." You replied. Patrick got you the pizza and tshirt and sweatpants.
"You can change first or whatever." He said sitting next to you.
"I'll change now." You mumbled.
"My bathroom is right down the hall." You put on the clothes in the bathroom and walked back out to your pizza. Patrick had on the tv to some comedy show.
"Why are you doing this?" You asked him.
"I know what you do "(Fake Name)". I just wanna help." Patrick replied.
"If you knew why I did it you wouldn't."
"Try me."
"I do it for love. It's only because I want to feel loved. I-I never had anyone to love me for me. When I'm with those men, although they only want sex, I like to pretend they actually care for me."
"You just haven't found the right person. I bet you're a good person who anyone would love to get to know."
"That's not true. I don't deserve love. I never have." Patrick stopped and looked at you.
"You're kidding me right? You don't deserve love? Everyone deserves love." You sighed and looked at your hands.
"No, I'm worthless trash." You mumbled. Patrick picked you up and pushed you up against the wall.
"You know what? I'm gonna make you feel loved tonight. I'm gonna show you love." He growled in your ear before kissing you.
*Skip Frickle Frack Cause I Can't Do It (sorry)*
You looked into Patrick's eyes and saw a new emotion; love.
"Why do this? You barely even know me." You asked confused.
"I've been seeing you on that corner for over a month. I saw all the assholes who came for you and how you would cry. I always thought you were pretty and I wanted to help. Tonight, I finally got the courage to help." Patrick explained. You kissed him and felt shivers run down your back. When you pulled back, you had a smile on your face.
"My name is (Y/N)." You said. Patrick smiled and kissed your hand.
"(Y/N), I love it. Do me a favor?" He said.
"Anything." You replied. Patrick kissed you and intertwined his fingers with yours.
"Stay off the streets." He mumbled against your lips. You nodded your head and hugged Patrick. He saved you when no one else would.
