I was shaken from my light slumber from noises coming from the other side of my room. I jumped and stared at the presence among me. It was a petite girl huddled into the corner, hugging her knees. She had the most beautiful olive skin and enticing dark brown eyes. I was running through my mind searching for the right questions to ask her.

"Who are you?" Was all I could come up with.
"Ainna," She said quietly, pushing her jet black hair away from her face.

She had straight bangs framing her face and I couldn't tell much about her from looking at her. She had a rose inked on her foot, and she trembled shakily.

"Why are you here?" I questioned.
"John, he t-told me I could stay here," She stuttered, obviously fearful.

I stood up and rummaged through my bags, handing her some clothes.

She was stripped down to her underwear only, a couple red marks across her face and chest. Fucking prick, I thought to myself. John had clearly brought her here to satisfy the needs I wasn't pleasing. Poor girl.

"T-Thank you," Her voice was shaky.

She dressed quickly, my clothes fit her just right. I frowned slightly, John had sucked in another innocent girl. He had infectiously gotten into us, forcing us to make irrational decisions to move into his shithole house.

"I'm Brooklyn," I said quietly, "everyone here just calls me B."

Ainna nodded silently and I motioned to the bed.

"You don't have to sit on the floor, I swear I'm the only nice person in this house."
"Thanks," She sighed and sat down lightly next to me.
"How'd you end up here?" I asked sorrowfully.
"I thought he cared about me," She sounded pained, "he told me he loved me. And if I loved him I'd move in with him."
"And this wasn't what you expected," I finished her sentence, shaking my head angrily.
"Why are you here?" She asked almost inaudibly.
"The blow," I shrugged honestly, "I fuck him, I get free drugs."

She was silent and her face looked unsurprised.

"He just goes between girls?" She asked slightly disgusted.
"Yeah," I shook my head.
"I'm so naive," She said quietly, sounding defeated.
"So was I, trust me," I tried to comfort her.
"You can't leave?"
"I left my boyfriend of almost five years, I have nowhere to go if I even had the chance to leave."
"Why would you leave your boyfriend?"
"He was getting fed up, and I was dragging him down, it was the right thing to do."
"Don't you miss him?"
"So much," I said quietly, grief washing over me.
"Then leave, go back to him," Ainna said quietly.
"It's not that easy," I said quietly.

She was reserved, it was easy to see she wished she was in my position. But I was battling a fierce drug addiction and I had run away from everything I loved. I wasn't going to be welcomed back into Mike and Vic's apartment.

John threw the door open and interrupted our conversation, he licked his lips hungrily and stared at us.

"My two favorite girls," He groaned rubbing himself through his pants.

We were quiet as his eyes ran over our bodies.

"Maybe I should try the both of you together," He said happily.
"I'll go," I volunteered and Ainna looked so thankful as I stood up and shed my shirt.

I had instantly become protective of the girl. She was the only positive thing I had seen in the house, and from just our small conversation, I knew we were going to have to lean on each other. John looked pleased that I seemed to want him today. He shut the door to his play room and locked it, grabbing my face roughly. He smacked my ass forcefully and nearly shoved his tongue down my throat. He pushed me to my knees, shoving himself in my mouth. He thrusted in and out roughly, hearing the gutteral noises escape from my throat.

"Someone's being a good little girl today," He thrusted his dick down my throat once more before pulling out of my mouth and grabbing me by the arm and tossing me on the bed. I scrambled toward him and began undressing myself slowly, bringing his hand to the front of my underwear and letting him rub through the sheer fabric.

"Maybe I just might let you cuddle with me after this," He said dirtily.

Finally I shed my underwear and got on all fours, letting him slam into me like he most enjoyed. He didn't even have the common courtesy to pull out, he came inside me twice. He squeezed my legs together and watched his seed roll down my legs. I felt beyond disgusting looking at him staring at me proudly.

I grabbed a towel from the floor and tried to clean up the best I could. John was laying on the bed and patted next to him. I wanted to resist, but I needed someone to touch me, I needed some kind of faux comfort. I was missing Mike more than ever. Mike loved to take his time in the bedroom, make me feel expensive and beautiful, John was all about efficiency and dirtiness. I shuddered as he pulled me against him, his dick still hard against me. I sighed, I had open the floodgates, he was so turned on nothing was going to stop him for the next hour or so.

"Someone didn't get to cum," He whispered entering me from behind.

I so desperately wanted to sob, what had I gotten myself into? I was being sexually and physically used for drugs. I was in most senses a prostitute, but instead of money I was being paid in cocaine. I pretended to climax, feeling John release me. He was gleaming, proud he could make me "cum". I shook my head softly and he motioned for me to leave. I gathered my clothes and sprinted back to my room.

Ainna's head whipped up and toward my naked body as I shut the door.

"Are you alright?" She questioned.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I nodded.
"Thank you, I couldn't have taken much more today," She wrapped a blanket around herself and slumped against the wall.

We were quiet for awhile until she piped up, "I used to love fucking him. It's one of the reasons he took so much to me. We slept together twenty four-seven."
"John?"
"Yeah. I'm a diagnosed sex-addict, clinically diagnosed."
"That's interesting, how do you manage it?"
"I don't. John was a lot of how I would release some of my frustration."
"And then you got here?"
"He beat me, literally physically beat me."
"I fucking hate him," I spat.
"I thought I loved him," She said sadly.
"How did all this come about?"
"The addiction?"

I nodded my head softly and she sat gathering the confidence to tell her story.
"My life has been full of abuse. Around 6 is when it all began, there was this kid in my neighborhood who would touch me inappropriately until I was about 11. I never tried to analyze what it was all about, I was uncomfortable but he convinced me it was all okay, it was all normal. He moved out of my neighborhood and all was well until I was about 14, I was raped by the quarterback on my high school's football team. He was notorious for sleeping with anything that had a vagina and no morals. Another blow to my self-esteem, it was all dwindling slowly. I lost everything after that, my family fell apart, my father left my mom and I, and she drank herself to death eventually. My grandmother took me in, tried to raise me the best she could, at 16 I found myself once again under the touch of someone else. I had an older cousin whose family also lived with my grandmother, and her husband had found his way into my room every night and after sometime would touch me inappropriately. I found myself craving masculine attention after that. I wanted guys to want me. I wanted to be irresistible to all men."
"You never told on any of these men?"
"They all made me feel inferior and forced me to believe what they were doing was my fault for being who I was. They told me it was normal and if I told people no one would care."

I felt my insides churning, I was sad and morose for the girl.

"I'm sorry you had to endure all that, and now this," I frowned slightly.
"Don't apologize, I did this to myself. All of this was in my control."
"Don't blame yourself, addiction does the most disgusting things to a person," I felt my skin crawling.

I thought of how enraged Mike would be if he heard Ainna's story. He would be sick and would feel deep compassion for her, that much I already knew. Mike was the type of person where the world's problems were his problems. Any negative thing in the world deeply moved and affected him. I was missing him more and more with each passing hour. I stood up and rummaged through my dresser drawer, producing the small white baggy and chalked up three thick lines, inhaling them deeply. I offered one to Ainna, who shook her head in refusal.

"Smart girl," I whispered and collapsed onto my bed.
"Are we allowed to go out to eat or the mall or anywhere?"
"I'm sure we could, I never bothered to try and ask," I could feel the blow coming over me.

I was becoming temporarily mentally paralyzed.

"Your nose is bleeding," Ainna said, her voice sharp.

I wiped my face and shrugged, and stared at her worried face.

"I can ask John," I suggested and she nodded.

I stumbled into the hallway and into John's room where he was lounging on his bed, a tired look across his face.

"Hey," I said quietly.
"Back for seconds?" He blinked slowly.
"I wanted to know if Ainna and I could go to the mall?"
"As long as one of the guys goes with you you can," He waved me off, turning on his side and falling asleep.

I asked one of his "security guards" to come with Ainna and I to the mall where I spent intended to spend a few hundred--possible a thousand dollars of John's money. I smiled seeing civilization and people, Ainna walked close to me as we entered the first store. I urged her to buy whatever she even remotely liked.

"It's so nice getting out of that shit-hole," I said happily throwing down a couple hundred dollar bills and handing one of the bags to Ainna and we continued down to the food court.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I whispered to her, rubbing my nose incognito.

Inside the bathroom stall I took a few bumps with my house key, feeling my world tilt back and forth before the balance was restored and I felt whole again. Ainna waited patiently for me and outside of the bathroom her hands full of bags.

"What do you want to get to eat?" I questioned.
"Sbarro's?"
"Fine with me," I shrugged, it was the euphoria taking over again.

Nothing mattered, my existence didn't matter. Ainna pulled me excitedly toward the faux pizzeria, my mind blown and the garlic was making my stomach gurgle in hunger.

"Pepperoni?"
"Sure," I shrugged and looked around the food court.

My eyes fell upon a table of loud rambunctious guys, the smile fell from my face and my stomach dropped to the floor.

"B?" Ainna nudged my arm, extending a plate of pizza in my direction.

I tried to make my way to a table, quickly thrusting myself into a chair and placing my head in my hands.

"What's wrong?" She asked quietly.

I stood up, the blow was making me more brave than typical. I bound toward the table shakily before I seen Jaime's eyes meet my figure.

"Brook?" He said shocked his chair screeching against the floor as he stood and ushered toward me. I choked feeling Jaime's body crash into mine, hugging me tighter than I though ever possible. I was grabbing at his shirt, the warmth of his body against my frail figure was comforting after so many months of John's cold touch.

"I'm so sorry," I said quietly.
"Where have you been? What happened to you?" He said sadly, brushing my stringy hair from my face.

My eyes fell upon Tony, whose eyes were wide and shocked. Next to him sat Vic who looked thoroughly hurt and disgusted, his hands in fists.

"Victor," I said softly.