6 Years Ago
"Daddy, I like him."
"What can he offer you? He has nothing.... he works for us and you're falling for the help."
"But, Daddy...."
"You will find someone respectable with time. This street thug that we hired out of pity will not have my daughter."
I listened from the door as Tori cried to her father. The crying went on for a while longer before I had to walk away.
Tori was 18 and had fallen in love with someone that her father looked down on, me. We'd been caught holding hands on my break and her father fired me. She told me she'd get my job back but I stopped her. Although I ain't have much, I was too proud to beg.
The money from the gig at Tori's place was good money. It was the only money coming into my household and we needed it. I tried to get honest jobs for a while afterwards but bills don't stop and I had another mouth to feed. So I fell into the streets and been there ever since.
I think about Tori every now and again but I hadn't seen her since that day and last I heard, her pops sent her off to a fucking boarding school.
I missed her for a while though and honestly I loved her too but her father was right. I wasn't good for her.
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