A/N Yeah I'm back pretty soon for another chapter of this, didn't have much to change in it anyways. A little bit of PruBela in it, so I hope you like it. Oh! I also got a question from mariexmarie asking if Natalia will always be a prostitute, or if she'll just do it if Kathyusha needs money. I've decided that she will be staying with that as a job of hers. So it won't be just for only money. Hope that answered your question. And again, enjoy the chapter!

23 September

"Natalya!" Katyusha called from upstairs.

Natalya yawned as she made her way up the stairs and into her sisters room. "Yes big sister?" She asked.

"Where did all this money come from?" She said picking up the wad of cash.

Natalya shrugged. "I helped one of my friend's family move with a bunch of other friends and since I was the only one that stayed through the night, they paid me a lot." Well that was a lie made out of the blue.

Katyusha hesitated for a moment before looking away from her. "Well since we only needed 200 you can have a hundred back for you and I'll keep the other hundred because even though things are tight, that doesn't mean we can't keep money for ourselves, right?"

"Right. Thanks." And with that, she took the money and made her way back into her room.

'So what am I to do with this?' Natalya thought to herself as she flopped into her bed looking at the cash. She snapped. "I'll need more clothes for Sophia. That's what I'll use it for." She said before laying down, contented with her plan. Now maybe, she could rest for a few moments…

"Come on Nat, time for school." Katyusha said poking her head in the door.

Sighing she got up. 'If I'm going to practice prostitution then the least I could do is have a good opening and closing times.' Natalya thought.

...

"You know, you wouldn't have to do this if you'd just let me get my driver's license."

"Don't worry, I'll let you get it once I go back to work, okay?"

"But you've been out of work for a month and a half. I don't even think you have a job anymore Kat."

"Now THAT, is negative thinking. I'm sure everyone at the office will understand and I'll just pick up where I left off, and you'll have your driver's license so hopefully you can get a little job yourself so we can make ends meet together. How does that sound?"

"Like a plan I guess."

"Good!" She exclaimed before coughing harshly.

Natalya plucked a tissue from the dashboard and gave it to her sister who took it thankfully and held it to her mouth.

Then she picked her backpack up off the car floor. "I think I'm going to head to the thrift store and pick up some more clothes for me after school, okay?"

"That's fine, just be back before dinner."

"I'll bring home dinner as well okay? Just focus on getting well soon for now, I'll be the head of the house while you're recovering."

Natalya's changed so much since Ivan left. She listens to her sister more often and offers the best for her. It's the least she could do for her,and her brother.

Katyusha sighed. "Alright, just don't get yourself into trouble. And I don't even see why you're taking so many precautions, my job is perfectly in tact. Now hop out, your holding up the drop-off line."

"Okay big sister, I love you." She said before leaning over to kiss her cheek.

Katyusha smiled weakly. "I love you more."

With that, Natalya hopped out the car and made her way into the school.

Katyusha opened the door to their home and slowly climbed the stairs. She grabbed the phone from in the hallway and brought it to her room.

She crawled into bed and punched the familiar numbers into the phone before letting it ring for a few moments. "Hey Cassidy, it's good to hear from you...I'm sorry I haven't been into work but you know I just lost my brother a while back and—huh?...They chose the temp, over me? So you mean to tell me, that I'm not a secretary at New Generation Pediatric Office anymore..? Alright, thank you Cassidy. I wish you the best of luck as well, goodbye." She said and hung up the phone.

Katyusha placed the phone, on her nightstand and rolled over in the covers, covering up her head. 'You can never go forward without taking ten steps backwards, can you Katyusha?' She thought to herself.

...

Natalya grabbed her agenda off the sink before she headed out the bathroom and into the hallway.

"Hey look who it is, Natalya!"

She spun around, only to find Gilbert jogging towards her. "What are you, some stalker? You think because you take me home we can be the best of friends?" She spat.

"Well duh. I mean you seem pretty cool to hang with. You know, cool enough to not make me ask you for gas money?" He inquired.

She rolled her eyes. "Well think again big head. All you are is some upperclassman that took me home, and that's it. Not worth trying to bloom a friendship over, or any relationship for that matter."

Gilbert scoffed. "Says you. I can't help it that I'm a really friendly person."

"Don't you have a class to be in?"

"Free period."

"There is no free period."

"There is for me."

Natalya sighed as she stopped in front of her chemistry class door. "As much as I would just love to finish this conversation with you, I actually have a class to attend to."

Gilbert shoved his hands in his pockets. "Don't worry we'll finish it later then."

"Or never. Never sounds better." She said and twisted the knob. "Goodbye Gilbert."

"Goodbye Natalya." He said over his shoulder as he made his way down the hallway.

Natalya couldn't help but watch him as he walked. What was a senior, that she barely even knows, doing talking to her? She, Natalya, the new found prostitute?

Shaking her head, she pushed the door open and walked to her seat. Just one more hour in this block and she'd be off to the thrift store.

"Pink or green?" Natalya thought out loud as she held the two miniskirts. She shrugged. "I'll just take them both." She concluded and tossed them in the cart before setting off for a checkout lane.

two pairs of heels, four skirts, four shirts, and a pair of fishnets for her own should be enough for now. 'Maybe I should go somewhere else to find more thongs as well?' She thought as she gazed at the person's watch in front of her, 5:30. She shook her head. "No time." She murmured to herself.

Natalya placed her things on the counter and waited for the cashier to ring up her things and give her the total.

"$16.45." The cashier finally said as he put the big bag in her cart.

Natalya gave him a twenty before wait for him to scramble up her change. Picking up her pace, Natalya quickly grabbed her bag, slipped the change in her purse, and made her way out the store, down the street and to the bus stop where she soon hopped on the bus, paid toll, and sat in the back, watching the scenery carefully until it all became familiar.

...

Now, with a bag of warm Chinese, and a bag of clothes, Natalya quickly made her way down the street and to her house. She placed the big bag of clothes on the porch before fishing out her keys and unlocking the door. "Kat! I'm home!" She called through the house, of course, getting no reply.

She tossed her keys on the kitchen table and bounded up the stairs.

Natalya pushed her sister's door open, placing the food on her bed. She sat on the edge, "I got you sesame chicken, your favorite." She said before moving more on the bed, sitting Indian Style.

Natalya opened the bag, distributing the food. "Have you eaten anything today?"

"Too sick and depressed to eat." She murmured.

"Depressed?"

"You were right Nat, they choose the temp over me, so I really don't have a job anymore." She whispered.

Natalya tried to ignore the feeling of her blood running cold as she reached out to her sister, placing a hand on top of hers. "I said I was going to be the head of of the house right? That means I'll find a job too, without a driver's license. Don't worry, I'll make ends meet while you're sick in bed. We will be alright, I promise."

"So what you're telling me, is that your sister's sick, and you're asking around for what you can do to help it?" A woman asked. He hair was big, frizzy, and brunette. Her face caked with make up, her shirt was white and transparent, and her skirt was black and leather, matching her leather booties. She shook her head. "Kid I don't know why you didn't choose to go to the actual doctor's office."

"Well if you haven't figured it out yet, prostitution doesn't really come with a lot of health benefits, so going to the doctor's office, isn't really an option here."

She laughed at that. "What you mean is, prostitution doesn't really come with a lot of health benefits unless you have a pimp, and since you just started like, yesterday, I'm assuming you don't have a pimp yet. So don't thank me or anything for this," She leaned down, picking up bag and pulling out a pen and notepad, "but if you go to this pharmacy, ask for Mason. He's a good looking older guy, shaggy brown hair, glasses, you'll know him when you see him, and tell him that Innocent Irene sent you there, and ask for two bottles of Tylenol with codeine. Give those to your sister once a day, and boom, no more sickness. She's gonna feel high, but that'll be okay, just tell her to sleep it off." The woman, now identified as Irene, wrote down the steps as she spoke, then ripped off the paper to give to Natalya

"Don't worry, she already sleeps all day, getting her to do that isn't going to be a problem."

"The problem is not getting her hooked on the shit. Just don't get her to drink it with Sprite, really fucks you up, that'll string her out in no time. So water only, no Sprite, or any soda for that matter."

Natalya nodded. "No soda with the Codeine. Got it." That went easier than she expected. "Is there anything else I should know?"

Irene just shrugged as she took a cigarette from the bag as well and lit it. "Wear a female condom. Keeps you safer if the guy doesn't have one, or if you're fucking a girl with a strapon."

She didn't even think that female condoms existed, maybe she should start paying attention in health. "Thanks Irene. All your information really helped."

She tilted her head up, blowing out the smoke. "No problem kid."

"Oh right, my name is Sophia."

"Yeah, I'm gonna stick with Kid."

A/N So here's the third chapter. Tell me what you think, I always appreciate feedback! Next chapter, there's going to be yelling, and crying, a long with Gilbert being a realist. Kk, that's all I'm going to tell you for the next chapter, I just hoped it interested you enough to want to read it haha! So thanks for reading chapter three, I hope to see you in chapter four!