A/N-I wrote this forever ago and just found it again so I figured I'd post it.
She couldn't believe Shawn. The nerve he had to say it was just a kiss and didn't mean anything.
For the first time in her life she felt like someone actually cared about her, but he didn't care about her.
No, he only wanted her to distract him from how shitty his life was at the moment.
He was so nice to her when she met him, but that was just something to pull her in so he could use her.
When she slept with guys off the street, she knew it meant nothing.
She knew she was just there for their pleasure, she was a prostitute, it was what she did.
But she didn't think of Shawn as another one of her...clients, and she didn't think he thought of her as a whore either. She thought he liked her, that he wanted to have a relationship with her.
But as she walked down the street, freezing from her still soaked clothes, she knew that wasn't true.
She knew she had never meant anything to him. How stupid was she to think that somebody could actually care about her.
It was impossible. Nobody had ever cared about her and nobody ever would.
And she knew she would go back to the streets, back to that horrible life she was living before she had met her so called angel, because for the short time when she was with those men she felt like she mattered. Like somebody needed her, wanted her.
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