Fighter Not A Lover

Once upon a time there was a very quiet girl named Amorai who had an abusive twin brother named Riley. I am that girl and this is my story.
Me and Riley are only minutes apart but he is still the eldest. Our mother was a crackhead and sold us to the dopeman 2 weeks after our birth. You may think that one of our family members or somebody that cared found us and saved us from the trap house and we went on to have troubled lives in a somewhat caring home. Well no, that is not what happened. We stayed in that crackhouse and grew up there. The dopeman , the only father figure I have in this world is named Reggie and he kept us and raised us. When we got old enough he started teaching us the way of the game. He turned me out and then made my brother a drug dealer so we could continue to make him money and nothing much has changed since then except for the fact that I am 22 years old and I an sick and tired of getting woke up in the middle of the night to fuck some random nigga.