It was raining, but it was only enough to dampen her hair and what clothing she wore. It was, atleast, a respite from the unusually hot weather just days before: given how the old lady was out of town, the girl had no chance to freshen up. And the stink of cigarette smoking was starting to stick. Ol' Slick had no jobs for her tonight, her makeshift home near the border of town was smashed up with spray paint saying 'WATCHING YOU'. It must have been the work of Simon again. That man, aggressively trying to 'take her in'.
He had a few plays with her name, calling her Rabbit, making some wonder just how smart the junkie was making allusions to Alice in wonderland. She had been a particularly fine specimen: presumably still pure, feisty and quite the looker to boot. He tried to entice her with all of the 'necessities' he promised for her: a warm bed, a roof above her head and steady work. Right. And if by that he meant drugging her up and using her as a prostitute with no will and only a crippling addiction, then that was the case.
But tonight was particularly bad. Shifting from place to place, there was very little to salvage from the smashed up wooden tent: her damp stove was stolen, her phone card was taken and the wood smashed in halves as if to ensure she could never use it again. One could not stay for too long in these streets...even the Nun near St. Margaret's regretfully told her that they had no space left...
The night was cold and the rain was pouring. It felt almost like it was going to rain all night long, leaving the poor girl dampened and without a place to hide. Of course, the only thing she had left with her, among other things, was a switchblade that should have been used only as a last resort if that pervert Simon tried anything. But now...what other option was left?
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