I couldn't eat, sleep or function properly, and I could see no way back.
And so we started making out, I don't think we exchanged any words.
She got a small design on her wrist while her sibling Braison got a medium-sized one on his forearm.
Money didn't seem to be changing hands, but the girls were getting drink and drugs and mobile phones.
But I wanted to be polite, I didn't wanna offend him.
She stated that Beck had been in prison and they had been writing each other.
We talk to each other and if she goes out with friends, she leaves a note on the fridge telling me where she's gone and when she'll be back.
I think I had to feel as low as it was possible to feel before I found the strength to fight what was happening to her and other girls.