It takes one moment for your life to change. One. One mistake. One choice. One tragic beginning.

These moments can make you who you are, and make your life heaven or hell. It all depends on how you deal with whatever comes your way.

Ariel dodged a bullet. A very ugly one. He thought humorously, as he weaved his body around hot body's musk with heavy coatings of sweat, and strong colognes and perfumes. Someone, perhaps several people groped his body. It was sexual harassment, however he got that everyday.

Now he couldn't go to the police now could he? When you gave all services to people for cash, it isn't safe. After all, some of his jobs were illegal. And punishable by death in many gruesome methods.

Ariel kicked back at the bar. Sighing as he watched men kissing women, men kissing men and women kissing women.

A young man leaned over him, whispering into his ear. Ariel allowed himself to be pulled away. They had entered a dirty toilet, Ariel dropped to his knees despite this. His fingers grasped the man's zipper, and pulled it down slowly, teasing his clients senses. Finally taking his length into his mouth.

Vibrant crimson and gold painted the sky, as the club was closed for the day. Ariel brought the hood of his jacket up, to protect his eyes from the glare of the morning rays. He begun to walk back to his small scabby apartment to prepare Omari's breakfast.

He was disheartened to see a familiar black SUV parked outside the building. Mrs Karp, the social worker that came to check up on him and his brother.

She was a bitch.

Ariel groaned,

"Shoot me now.."

He dragged his sorry ass the rest of the way inside.

Mrs Karp was a short, round plump woman, in her late thirties. She had horrid carrot colored hair that was tied up high above her head like a bush, her face caked with makeup. She dressed entirely grey, her blouse and straining pencil skirt.

The woman has no fashion sense at all, in fact she was far behind in terms of fashion.

The little woman ran her finger along the kitchen bench, she grinned, showing crooked teeth.

"It is filthy, Mister Beyer~"

She cried out shrilly, Ariel forced a tight smile.

"I..haven't been able to start, just got back from my night shift. So-"

She cut him off abruptly.

"Oh! Yes, your job. Are you sure that could even be considered as a proper job? Seducing and parading around naked. Should be quite easy for you now?"

Ariel swallowed,

"It's the only money I can get.. I can't seem to nail down a better one yet."

The social worker snorted, and zeroed in on Omari's ruined school belongings,

"Has your brother been bullied again?! Oh deary me!"

She clutched her chest, mocking surprise and concern. Ariel turned away, rolling his eyes. He grudgingly pulled mugs down, making coffee for his visitor and himself.

Lord knows he will need it.

"Yes, but he seems to be recovering.."

Ariel reassured her, keeping his tone polite and friendly. She grumbled to herself, disappointed that she didn't get a bite from him. She straightened up her clothing, with a stern expression.

"Mister Beyer, next week I want you to have another, proper, job and have left this awful one"

She said with the tone used by authority. Ariel looked at her breathless,

"But~"

"Can you not handle that? Such a simple task. Unless you prefer to open your legs for every Tom, Dick and Harry for a bit of pocket change. "

She got right in his face. Ariel clenched his jaw, wanting to spit millions of things at her, but he remained silent.

"Hand your brother over, so he will be looked after by a well bred, good natured American foster family. Who are capable adults with respectable jobs and who know what they're doing. "

She watched bemused, as anger filled the teens eyes.

"I can manage thanks"

He said, barely concealing the icy edge to his words. Mrs Karp gave a small laugh, making her way out.

"Alright love, see you next week. I will see myself out~"

She called over her shoulder, then she was gone. The tyres of her SUV screeching as she took off.

Ariel clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling his anger slowly fade. He turned on his heel, moving towards his room, throwing his beat up messenger bag to the corner of the beige room.

He picked up a photo frame of a happy smiling couple. Slowly dropping onto the edge of his bed, he stared at the beloved photograph of his parents.

"How did you do it?"

His voice was strained by controlled emotions.

Omari softly tiptoed away, and stopped in his room, stepping back till his back hit the door. It closed with a click. His eyes swelled up with tears. He collapsed onto the floor, his back sliding down his wooden door.

Ariel leaned against his bed rest, one of his legs propped up, with an arm draped over it, holding the photo frame in between two fingers and his thumb.

"What I want.."

Both started.

"...Is to be with my brother and to be happy"

Ariel finished.

"... Is be accepted"

Omari finished, wiping the last lingering tears away.