The ecstasy feeling rushed through her body like no other high as she stood up against the wall with her eyes closed. Breathing in and out, her breathing pattern was shaky but fixated. Esmé tossed the needle carelessly and pushed herself off the wall, pushing through the door of the local stall.
The night was going as usual. Busy streets filled with cars and men trying to find a parking spot. Esmé needed something to hold her over for tonight. This high was well needed.
She didn't know where she'd find her percentage to pay Reign for the night but she wasn't worried about that as of now. All she knew was that he wasn't getting the twenty thousand.
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Narrativa generaleThe lifestyle her mother introduced her to? It was never a child's place but she had no choice. Esmé Solei, at the age of twelve, witnessed things a child should never have to. A lifestyle meant for survival but passion to most, at least according t...