Eruri-Street trash (discontinued)

Chapter 1

Eruri: Street trash chapter 1

(French will be translated)

Levi's POV:

Some people dont understand the fact that its hard out here for someone like me. I dont have money, a house, family. Im just a worthless piece of trash to most people who happen to pass by. Im just another abandoned teenager forced to live on the streets and live off that what people give me. Not that that's much, anyway. I cant remember a time that I've not been starving to death.

So here I am, in the middle of winter, freezing to death. Its been snowing for almost three solid days, so the snow is thick on the ground, and all I have to wear is a pair of shredded trousers and a shirt that Ive owned for about three years. Not that it matters, since I havent grown in about six years. No shoes, socks, or a jacket. I have an old rag that I use for a blanket, but it provides more bacteria than it does warmth. I watch as a particular woman passes by, shifting her gaze over to me. She looks as though she is going to hurry by like most people do, so I look down and mind my own buissness, but a few seconds later a soft hand is on my untidy hair. The woman looks at me in the eyes, then gives me a roll of bread and a few coins, and it truly warms my heart.

"Hang in there kid." She says softly.

I smile at her and manage to stutter a thankyou, before she hurries off. I stare down at the roll of bread and break it in half, devouring one side in seconds and sparing the other half for later. I pocket the coins before numbly getting to my feet, shaking on my weak, thin legs. Stumbling slightly, I start to trudge through the snow, with it crunching below me. I'm not sure where I'm headed, but somewhere in the distance I see smoke, and smoke means a fire, the only place I can truly get my warmth from. Soon, I reach a back alley, with what looks like a deserted fire in it. Forgetting all safety precautions, I stagger towards it, not caring if I'm caught or captured.

I fall to my knees in front of the fire, holding my shaking hands up to the warmth, edging closer and closer to this one sense of warmth in this harsh and unforgiving winter.

Suddenly, I hear a noise behind me, and a drunken figure stands at the end of the alley, bottle in hand. I study the label quickly as the figure approaches; Sauvignon blanc, noble wine. Maybe he's going to become one of my clients, I think, before the figure stops in front of me and hiccups. He grabs my face, pulling me up to him for further inspection.

"Pretty face..." He growls. Then he does something I wouldn't expect so early. He grins greedily, and moves his hand up and down my sides, feeling my annoyingly feminine curves. He moves his hand lower and slips his hands down my trousers, feeling the area, and I let out a moan. This seems to sell it for him.

"Pretty face..." he repeates. "Decent body, nice noises. You'll do."

I sigh internally, then force myself to put on an innocent voice.

"I only give my services to those who are willing to pay, sir." I say, staring at him wide-eyed, sending myself up.

"Oh, I'll pay." He slurs, taking another swig from his bottle. "How 'bout £20?"

I mull it over, comparing with other prices, and I figure that it's not much, but this man strikes me as someone who I shouldnt argue with.

"Ok, sir. Take me where you need." I chime reluctantly.

I feel a rough hand close tightly around my wrist and stand up promptly, hurrying after the staggering man, amd soon find myself in a noble house. Everything around me seems expensive, and as I'm slammed into the bed, I promise to myself that I'll steal something in the morning. The drunk noble is extremley straightforward, and I'm flipped over as he enters me without warning. I allow myself to moan; it gets him more hyped up as his wretched body presses against my small frail figure.