Ruby shook herself awake. She wished she could've stayed asleep, or better, just die. Death seemed like the best option at the moment. She was living in her trashy Las Vegas apartment, with her drunk, and abusive, husband Aaron. He was always gone, doing his sketchy job, when he was home though, it was hell on earth. He would get drunk, throw things, hurt her, rape her, and drug her. The only reason she stayed with him was his money.
She pushed the millions of empty pill bottles, beer cans, and cigarettes, off the counter, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair, was a mess, her makeup was running all over her face. She had officially hit rock bottom. She wished she could go back in time, fix all the mistakes she made. When she was 17 she wanted to have fun, and live on her own. She snuck out of home, and then met Aaron. At the time, he seemed nice, caring. But once she saw the real him, she had no money, no home, she was trapped. The thought made her want to cry,
"RUBY, GET ME A DAMN BEER!" He screamed.
She jumped when she heard his voice. Quickly, she ran to the fridge and got a can out of the fridge. She saw him, sitting on the edge of the bed, lighting a smoke. She put on a fake smile, and handed him the can. He blew out the smoke, right in her face, and smiled. His disgusting yellow teeth, showing.
"You look horrible, I pay you good money to dress nice. You better get your damn act together or," he grabbed her wrist tightly, and leaned in close, "We'll have some trouble.".
"Okay honey", she said, trying her best to hide her fear.
She ran back into the bedroom, and to the closet. She got out of the lingerie from last night, and dressed into an outfit she knew he liked (Black mini skirt, tight fitting white tank top, fur coat, pearls, and stilettos). She ran to the bathroom, and brushed out her hair, wiped off the makeup, and put on more makeup.
