A/N: ok, it's been a few days since my last update I've been havin a rough week but i'm trying to channel my anger and depression into my writing. Thank God this is an angry depressing story. These next few chaps are most def my fav.

The rating as always is stressed

WARNING: this story contains heavy drug use, strong language, abuse, and sexual content that may be offensive to some readers

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 Mary slowly ascended the damp steps. She ran her hand along the dirty cement wall while she walked through the dark hallway. She remembered the first time she had to see Vinnie. She had felt so dirty, she just wanted a shower.

But now it seemed like nothing.

She passed the rusty pipes that were on the outside of the wall and pushed open the grimy door. There was no lock on it, plus they were always too messed up to remember where keys were.

She stepped inside the tiny apartment. She had never noticed what a dump it was. The walls were just cinder block, almost black from years of filth build up. There were bottles and cans strewn about the floor.  Her boyfriend, Jason was sitting on the couch, his best friend Ty on the floor next to him.

Jason looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, "where've you been?"

She didn't say anything as she took the baggie out of her pocket and threw it on the broken plastic table in front of him.

"This morning you told me you didn't have any money" he said angry

She just looked at the floor

"You went and saw Vinnie didn't you?" he stood up

 She started to cross the room towards the window. He held out his arm to stop her.

"You stupid whore" he just glared

She snapped at him, "I had to do something, I don't want another black eye Jay!"

He held up his hand to smack her but Ty grabbed his arm, "come on man, chill. Why don't we sit down and enjoy what Mary brought us. You know Vinnie's got good stuff"

Mary ran to the window and slid it open; it usually took her forever to get it open, because it was broken (like most things in her life). But in her anger it opened very easily. She climbed trough it and out onto the fire escape. She grabbed the cigarettes out of the cracked flowerpot under the window. After she had lit it she leaned against the iron railing and sighed heavily.

"Hey you ok?" someone said behind her

"Go away Ty" she said, white smoke hanging in the air around her.

He grabbed a cigarette of his own and stood next to her. He looked down at the alley, a dumpster was right below them, a man was sleeping inside of it.

"Why do you let him treat you like that?" he asked quietly

Mary took a long drag and stared straight ahead, "because I love him"

Ty couldn't understand Mary's need for love. His mother was a heroin addict, he was born addicted. She left him in a phone booth when he was 6 hours old. He spent most of his life in foster care, and as soon as he was 18 he was back on the street. He didn't know what love was.

He liked to think it was the way he felt when Mary smiled.

Ty reached over and pulled up her sleeve; her arm was covered in nasty purple bruises. He looked up at her, "Mary we're all really messed up, and were probably going to hell for what we do. But you don't deserve that."

Angry, Mary tore her arm away from him and moved to the other side of the fire escape. "You don't get it Ty, we need each other . . . he's all I got."

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Review and jay might stop beating the snot out of Mary