Chapter 2:

The next day Veronica awoke at 10:30 a.m, she yawned and rubbed her eyes. "It`s just another silly day of my silly life, why should I even get up?", she mumbled to herself. But then she decided to get up with the motivation to go to the supermarket to get some food, because her fridge was already empty and needed to be filled.

In the bathroom Veronica looked at herself in the mirror, she didn`t like the woman in the mirror, but in the end of the day she had to bare with her.

After brushing her teeth she decided to apply some mascara – she usually doesn`t wore any make up or just a tiny, tiny bit of it. Today she was in a good mood to wear some make up.

Veronica blinked a couple of times, the mascara enhanced her light green eyecolor a bit. "Maybe this will distract a little bit from my pimples", she sighed.

Then she threw over a dark blue hoodie, put on her old trainers, grabbed her wallet from the shelf and left her apartment.

Outside the sun was shining pretty bright, Veronica had to close her eyes for a moment, she wasn`t used to bright sunlight like that anymore, she preferred to go outside in the late evening, because she doesn`t want people to cross her way – she didn`t really like other people.

After ten minutes Veronica arrived at the supermarket, it was loud and noisy there and it was filled with people. She felt herself getting nervous - crowded places always made her feel nervous.

Veronica looked around nervously like she was looking for a place to hide. Did the other people notice that she looked pretty nervous? Maybe they would think that she`s on drugs or something.

Veronica didn`t want other people to look at her, so she quickly grabbed the things she needed and went straight to the checkout.

When she was outside, she sighed in relief. "Finally out there", she said to herself, like she had been in prison for years.

She thought about taking the bus back, because she was too lazy to carry her bags all the way home , although the bags weren`t that heavy.

There was a dosser with a bottle of beer sitting next to her at the busstop. He must be in his mid or late fourties, he wore an old, dirty khaki colored jacked and he looked pretty drunk.

"Hey young lady, you look very desperate", he said with a drunk voice.

"Just ignore him, don`t answer him, act like he isn`t there", Veronica thought. She doesn`t want to get in a conversation with a drunken one.

You look very desperate…pfff, maybe he hoped she was so desperate that she would suck his stinky dick. Men usually didn`t approached to her, because…well…she wasn`t the prettiest. And the kind of men that do approached to her, were men, who thought something like; Okay, she isn`t the prettiest girl around, but she still has holes to fuck". In this cases she only got fucked from behind.

If you were nice to her and gave her the feeling of being something really special, you could easily make her your little doggy-style-slut. True story, happened before. Veronica found herself on a field, naked and on her hands and knees, fucked by six guys in a row. And in the end all she had were bloody knees, even lower self esteem than she had before and the DNA of six different men inside her.

How could she know, that the guy who told her that she was the ONE for him only wanted to share her with his five best friends? Veronica was very naïve in this kind of stuff.

"Hey", the dosser said one more time. This time she couldn`t ignore him any longer, he would annoy her the whole time, if she didn`t react to him.

"What`s the matter?", she said a bit annoyed.

"I think you looked pretty desperate". "Here, go to him, you need him, trust me", he man continued while he grabbed a little note out of this pocket. He reached out his hand to give her the note.

Veronica hesitated at first, but then she took the note. She thought this must be some kind of joke, but she took the note anyway.

The same time the bus arrived and she hopped in. Before the doors closed, the man quickly said :"But be careful about what you get yourself into, little girl". Before he could continue the doors closed and the bus drove away. Veronica took a seat, "What a jerk", she mumbled to herself.

She looked at the note:

D. Ambrose

Chicagostreet 1032

Then she quickly put the note into her jeans pocket. " This must be the address of one of his stupid, alcoholic friends," she thought.


In the evening Veronica sat on her couch watching TV, constantly zapping from one channel to another, because there was only crap on TV. As she got bored, she thought about what the homeless man had said to her earlier that day. Maybe it wasn`t just a stupid joke, maybe D. Ambrose could really help her, maybe he was a social worker or something like that.

If he was a social worker (or something like that) he might help her to finally get her life in control. Her life was pretty out of control, Veronica couldn`t deny it.

Maybe she should give it a try, she knew the street, it wasn`t far away from her apartment, she could easily go there and wouldn`t even have to take the bus.