The moon, the night sky, the city lights, and the pouring rain all come together to make for a very beautiful and artistic combination. However, it's not always so calming and artistic. In fact, a sixteen year old working girl hangs her head in shame as the rain pours down on her and she slowly makes her way to her apartment. Her long, dirty blonde hair sticks to the sides and back of her pale skinned neck, as well as to her clothes. Tears of pain and sadness fall down her face and mix in with the rain, making her generally nice looking blue eyes red and puffy.
The girl's BVB T-shirt clings to her body, showing the nipples of her braless C-cup chest. Looking closely at her forearms, people can see the multiple scars she's given herself. Her drenched black jeans cling to her as well, and sag enough to show the waist of her black thong. The baggy end of her pant legs stick to the sides of her boots. The typical scarlet sister wouldn't wear what she does, but she doesn't want her clothes to resemble what she does just to try and make ends meet. During the day, she works a shitty eight hour shift at McDonald's. During the night, she reluctantly goes on the prowl for horny men to rent her body for an hour or two.
Halfway to her home, she stops when she sees a mirror with the trash. Looking into it, she glares at the reflection of herself that has whore paint running down her face. She grabs the mirror and holds it up, continuing to glare at her reflection.
Passersby stare at her and shake their heads while walking as she shouts at reflection, "Worthless whore! You like being used as a guy's play thing for money, don't you?! You like it when you're fucked in all your holes! Filled with cocks! Filled with cum! You fucking disgust me! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Your own fucking parents signed your emancipation papers just so you could leave them the fuck alone! They don't fucking care about what you're doing to yourself!"
She bashes her head against the mirror until it shatters. The glass cuts her forehead, and a two spots across the bridge of her nose. Dropping the frame, she continues her walk home as blood drips down her face and onto the ground. She doesn't care if they're minor cuts or serious ones, she's not bothering to cover up or slow down the bleeding.
Making it to her apartment, there's a piece of paper taped to the door, as well as the sound of moving trucks driving away. She reads what's on the paper, which clearly states she's been evicted and her items have been repossessed. She screams as she bangs her head on the door a few times, making her bleeding worse. After her little episode, she sits on the curb, head in her knees with her arms wrapped around them.
A distant siren is heard coming closer, and police lights flash as a cruiser heads to the girl. It slows to a stop near her, and steps out its driver, officer Nathan Alexander. The man stands about as tall as a stripper pole, but looks like that kind of cop who would jail strippers without a problem. His boots thud against the wet ground as he walks over to the depressed, bleeding girl, and when next to her, he takes off his jacket, revealing his standard uniform, and puts the jacket around her.
His deep, very masculine voice speaks in a soft, caring tone as he rubs and pats the girl's back, "C'mon, kid, let's get you out of the pouring rain."
She slowly lifts her head, looking into his heterochromia eyes, his left one dark blue, right one hunter green, "And just why the hell should I?"
He takes off his hat, showing more of his midnight black hair that's as long as hers, but put into a ponytail, "Because you're bleeding and need the cuts disinfected, as well as warmed up so you don't get pneumonia."
She rolls her eyes, "Like you really care."
He gently grips on of her arms and gets her on her feet, surprised there's no resistance, "Yet you don't resist?"
"I may not trust you, or think you really wanna help me, but I'll comply anyway."
He nods, "Alright then."
The two get into the cruiser, and Nathan cranks up the heater.
He turns and looks at her, "What's your name?"
"Gwen, but some call me Noemi because it sounds like 'know me'."
"I'd ask you your story, but I'm gonna guess first... Your parents blame you, call you a mistake, and you wanna get out of the hellhole, so you get some emancipation papers, they sign it without a problem, and you're on your own. You get a job, get an apartment, and things seem fine until you get your paycheck and you have to work the debt system. A while after, it's damn near impossible to do and you need more pay, but you can't get a double shift or second job, so you degrade yourself and throw your morals out the window to get more money. It works, but you hate yourself for it and start insulting and hurting yourself as your bills get pricier and pricier. You continue to degrade yourself to try and make ends meet until it ultimately blows up in your face and you have nothing but the clothes on your back. Am I correct?"
She sighs, leaning back, "Mostly... They signed the papers without a problem, but never once blamed me for anything, or called me a mistake... It just felt like they never cared because they never hugged me, never told me they loved me... I've basically grown up thinking that all to love was sex... I question if it's actually true... But how did you know...?"
"Me and my twin sister went through the same damn thing... The only difference is she became a crack whore... Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll was her style. Mine was to survive, get what money we could buy what we needed, save whatever the hell was left over. When she started blowing our money on drugs, I tried to get her some help... But she purposely OD'd..."
She takes off his jacket, handing it back to him, "Rough shit..."
He sets it in his lap, nodding, "Ain't that the damn truth. By the way, the name's Nathan."
Gwen nods, "Well, thanks for warming me up, Nathan, but where the fuck am I gonna go now?"
Nathan shrugs as he says, "I could always house you."
She turns and looks at him, "Why would you?"
"We've both been through shit in our lives, and you won't have to whore out anymore. Plus, I can't stand to see a girl like you go through that much pain... Now, let me clean up those cuts, okay?"
He takes out some disinfecting wipes and uses them to wipe the blood off Gwen's face as well as clean the cuts. After that, he puts band-aids over them. She winces from the wipes because they sting, but relaxes when the band-aids are on. He puts the wipes in a plastic bag around the gear shift that acts as the trash. After he does that, he takes out a pair of contacts, putting them back in their case before putting on a pair a thin, black, rectangle framed glasses.
Gwen looks at him and smiles slightly, "You look kinda cute with glasses... But you could use shorter hair."
Nathan chuckles, "Let me radio in, we'll head to the station to get you into dry clothes, and I'll talk to the chief about what's going."
She nods, "Okay. I hope I can get a new job soon... I never mentioned that I got fired recently..."
"Well, if you're willing to punish your body to a bigger extent than you already have, I can help you."
"What's the job?"
"Teen cop. Thirteen to nineteen year olds in the division. I started when I was your age... Most of them are kids of cops who allowed it and emancipated teens wanting to protect and serve. Very few that don't have police parents have parental consent. The training's physical hell. There will be blood, concussions, knock outs, so on."
"Considering what I've done to myself, I think I can handle it."
"Ever handle a gun?"
"Just your cheap, basic pistol to get a guy the hell away from me."
Nathan nods as he radios in, "I got the girl, we're heading back now. She's suffered a past similar to mine, except her scars are worse than my own..."
A voice is heard on the other end, a concerned female voice, "Alright. You're sure she'll be okay? You've gone through a lot of shit..."
"Yeah, she'll be fine. I'm gonna house her and get her a job, hope the chief's okay with it. See you in a bit, Kris."
After speaking, Nathan begins driving off, and Gwen asks, "Who's Kris?"
"My partner and ex girlfriend. Things between us get complicated so we're in an on again, off again relationship. But, when she asked for us to get back together last week, I told her fuck no."
She smirks slightly, "Not your type?"
He shakes his head, "She is, except for one thing... She's too much of the jealous type. Everything else she fits, but jealousy is something I can't fucking deal with. I hug one girl outside of friends and family and suddenly I'm sleeping with every girl I meet."
"So, what's your type, fully explained?"
"A woman that can get sexual and lustful when I want, not just when they want. A woman that can be romantic, set up dates that instantly cheers me up when I'm feeling like shit and when we're in need of a date night. A woman that can accept the fact I am a hugger. That I like to hug those that I help. A woman that can accept that when I'm off the job and am roleplaying online with friends that there will be sex scenes, and won't hold it against me. A woman that doesn't bitch about every fucking insecurity they have, and will trust and listen to me more often."
"Uhm... How old are you?"
"Twenty-seven. Roleplay isn't just for teens, you know."
"I know that, but the fact that's actually a problem when finding someone to be with is weird... At least with your age."
"I know, I know. You'd think most would expect that to happen."
Gwen shakes her head, "When the hell will women learn that sex in an online roleplay doesn't mean a fucking thing?"
Nathan shrugs, "Probably never. Fucking stupid... I'm guessing you know from experience?"
She nods, taking a deep breath, "Yeah. Had a few girlfriends before. All of them thought sex in an online roleplay was cheating. That's what ended the relationships. A few of my boyfriends thought the same."
He sighs, "Wow, people are fucking stupid..."
"It's why most of my life is online. That one little thing has killed friendships and relationships for me, so fuck real people. Well, except you. You've helped me a lot in so little time."
"No problem. So, what kind of characters did you use?"
"Ones that had my hidden desires. I hate myself for openly slutting out, but my hidden desires involve pleasing a single man, the man that I truly love, in all of his fetishes, and my own."
"Every girl has that want to have hot sex with their boyfriend or girlfriend. Except asexual girls. Considering your age, you couldn't have been RPing sexually for all that long."
"The hormones set in when I was thirteen. I started watching porn to learn how to describe what with my characters, and it kinda took off on its own."
Nathan chuckles, "Nice. I assume you're sixteen, since you're emancipated."
Gwen nods, "Yup. Three months away from being seventeen."
"Not a bad age. How long have you been emancipated?"
"Ever since I turned sixteen. No gifts, just gave my parents the papers, they signed, and I packed my things."
"Well, alright then. Guess you proved you could take care of yourself."
"I've been doing it with my careless parents, so it was pretty easy."
Turning the corner, Nathan pulls into the station, parking his cruiser. He and Gwen both get out and hurry inside, the rain still pouring down like it's a hellfire storm. The shakes themselves dry then laugh. Clicks of heels hitting the floor echo through the station as a sexy eighteen year old woman walks out from the gym.
Gwen eyes her up and down, "Daaaamn..."
The woman smirks, "I'm Kris. You must be the one Nathan's helping."
Gwen nods, "Yeah, I am."
"Follow me, I'll get you some dry clothes."
The two girls walk off while Nathan knocks on the chief's door.
"Come in," Says a voice similar to Nathan's.
Nathan walks in and closes the door behind him.
The chief looks up from his desk. The man looks like he could be Nathan's father, or grandfather.
Nathan clears his throat, "She bought the truth, and the usual lie of you and mom not caring about me. I really hate using that as the lie, but it sells the story."
"Gotta do what you gotta do, son."
"I know emancipation is broken if outside help is involved, but I can't let a sixteen year old be homeless."
"I know, and it's okay with me if you house her. I don't think she and Kris would get along well... We all know how she is with other girls."
"Seriously, she turns into the fucking alpha of a wolf pack or something."
"I'm just glad you're done with that crazy bitch."
"We're friends, but nothing else. No benefits, no dates, just friends."
His father nods, "Are you going to put her through the training?"
Nathan smirks, "Same way you did. Drill Sargent style. Well, I'm gonna go wait for Gwen to get some clean clothes on then we'll head home. See you tomorrow."
Nathan walks out, and sees Gwen in a fresh change of clothes. The two head back out, but this time to Nathan's undercover cruiser, which he uses as a regular car. When inside the car, he turns it on, backs out, and drives off, heading home to show Gwen her new home.