Don't own FSOG.
A/N: Ok, warning from this chapter on things will take a bit of a dark turn. There may be triggers for some so if this is you stop reading now.
GPOV
I have tried everything I could think of to get the money for rent and have had no luck what so ever.
Taking a deep breathe I knocked in the door for the manager.
He opened it and smirked when he seen it was me.
"Got my money?" I shook my head no.
"Oh, this is gonna be fun." He said waving me inside before he shut the door and locked it.
On the coffee table were pills, needles, and beer can.
"Get your clothes off bitch I wanna see what your worth." He chuckles as he sits down on a worn recliner.
I gulp and take off my shirt, pants, bra, and finally my panties.
"Not bad. Your tits sag. You need to shave that bush. Ever had it up the ass?"
I shake my head no.
"Use your words bitch." He demands
"No."
"Good."
Damn you Carrick Grey for putting me in this situation.