Shane:  Thanks mansoI guess your going.  She lifted her eyebrow, and planted a fake smile on her lips; the same smile she gave all the boys asking her if her hand job was worth the ten bucks.  Ill be fine you knowI was always the bread winner anyhow, you were always a little too ***** for more than one job a night.  She tried to laugh and reassure Clive, as well as herself, that shed make it just fine without him.

Clive:  ***** you Shane!  He laughed and pulled her into another hug.  Lookwhen I get my ***** togetherIll come back for youI promise.  He smiled thickly and let her go, fresh tears in his eyes.  He had felt her tense at the word promise, and his heart ached at the pain he was causing.  WellI better goI love you.  He turned and started to jog away, not waiting for a response.  He already knew how she felt about him, but he also knew Shane, and once you hurt her dont expect her to respond with affection, so he wasnt going to be selfish and force a response. 

Shane watched him jog away, and she felt her knees give out.  She fell to the ground and her body shook.  Hot tears streamed down her face, and she felt the world darken; she thought she was going to pass out.  She looked up and noticed the sky really was darkening, but not because she lost the only other person who cared that she existed on this god forsaken Earth; a storm was coming and she needed to find better shelter.  She didnt have time to wallow in self pity; the storm looked like it was going to be big.  She silently thanked Clive for the money; she was going to need it now, because the odds of her getting a few johns tonight were slim to none.  She stood up and started to jog toward the Santa Monica Boulevard, anxious to find a place away from the mud and stink of the cold over pass. 

She pulled her hoodie tighter around her face, and glanced up at the sky, not much time she better hurry.  Her small bag bounced up and down as she started to quicken her pace, she felt the air turn colder, and she felt a few quick shivers flow through her body.  She decided to take a short cut, and took off down a dark alley.  She had taken the alley a hundred times, and carefully stepped over the trash and debris that littered the path before her.  She was half way through when she felt her hair stand up on her arms and the back of her neck.