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Hoe-mless

Summary:

A homeless girl get taken in by kev and v, then becomes close with the Gallaghers and milkovichs. Pls read and enjoy!!!

Notes:

Most of the bad grammar Is on purpose. Some of it….not so much. Pls enjoy!! Have a great day/night!

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I’ve been on the streets for many years. Ever since my pill popping mother died of an overdose.

I’ve been living around the corner and down the block from a  rowdy bar for the last week. Two times a beautiful woman named Svetlana has come and looked me up and down and mumbled to herself: ‘stupid Americans, letting children sleep in the streets where I do handjobs.’ In a thick Russian accent.  I haven’t moved and Svetlana hasn’t done anything other than mumble. I’ve tried to get off the streets of Chicago but when you’re so poor, it just stops mattering. I’ll be fine.


Once again Svetlana turns the corner. I look up and meet her eyes. 
“Hello. What are you doing here?” She asks. ”im trying to sleep.” I answer, my anger always gets the best of me. Ever since I saw what I saw, I can’t seem to let it go. “Come with me child. I get you drink.” She looks at me expectantly and taps her foot on the disgusting pavement. ”ok” 

 

i follow her around the corner and down the block and there we are, the so called ‘alibi room’. Ironic nickname considering all the drunken mistakes these people make here. Cheating on their loving wife’s, breaking a window, stealing something I’ve even seen someone fight someone so bad they were a pulp. It’s no mistake the police knew this place. 

i walk in to the warm room, my chest filled with light at the moment of warmth. Living on the street was cold. Very very fucking cold. A tall man stands behind the counter and looks me up and down. “What’s a minor doing in here? What did I say!” “No minors yes. But I’m think we recruit her for business upstairs.” The tall man looks at Svetlana, his jaw on the floor. 
“What the fuck! No! Who is this kid?” I open my mouth to say something but Svetlana says something before; “homeless child. No food. No fucking anything. What do you think a pretty girl like her is going to do if we don’t help her out? Huh fucker?” The tall man drags a large hand across his face and sighs. “No, I’ll ask V if we can take her in though.” He finally turns to me, 

“I’m kev, what’s your name?”