[Warning] Depictions of abuse and domestic violence within the contents of the story. For mature readers only. "My name is Khabir, I'm 17, and I get by with what I have. I'm a waitress, and you could say I work a lot of hours. Money is hard to come by, which is why I live with my boyfriend to split the rent. He can be...physical, at times, but he's mostly out getting drunk with his nameless friends all the time so I don't worry about him too much. Life is bearable, my friends/coworkers are my escape. Everything was normal, as normal as it could be, until I found a homeless, unconscious, injured little girl on the side of the road." P.S. I do not own the cover art, all rights are reserved to the original artist