***If anyone is wondering why the girls still like rough sex even after being abused and molested there is an explanation. There is a certain psychological phenomenon called Repetition Compulsion.

This can occur in victims of rape and abuse. The victim will often use violent sex in order to have some time of control or "master" the experience by accepting the rough nature of the sex and therefore reliving the events in a way which benefits them. Also sometimes a rape victim cannot become aroused unless the sex mirrors the trauma they've had in some way. This phenomenon also takes presence in the for of repetitive night terrors like Brittany and Santana keep having.

Just wanted to clear that up, and we will be learning of Brittany's past soon and who this Jermaine guy is. Here's a little happy filler chapter. Enjoy!

Brittany's POV

I wake up and am met with familiar sharp pains in my stomach and run to the bathroom so I don't shit myself. My skin feels like it's shrinking and my bones feel like they're growing at the same time. I can take the aches and pains of withdrawal but the restlessness in my legs and arms always gets to me, it's like that weird limbo between having dead leg and pins and needles. I wipe the sweat off my body, not bothering to shower, but instead opting to get dressed and walk the block to score some dope. I could just call Santana but I haven't seen her in two weeks and I don't want her to think I'm using her for free drugs.

Slowly, I make my way down the three flights of steps and see Quinn in the living room cutting out a line.

"Q can I please have a little bump to hold me over 'til I find something on the block?"

"Of course girl, come on over."

She lays out a couple lines for me instead of just a tiny bump and I silently thank god when I feel it kick in, and the sweat start drying upon my skin.

"Thank you so much Quinn. I don't think I would have made it to Ty's corner with how I felt waking up."

"No problem B. But if you don't mind me asking, why didn't you just call Tana, you know she would hook you up?"

"Cuz if I went to her, she wouldn't let me pay. You know her better than me, she's stubborn as hell, and I don't want her thinking I'm using her for free shit ya know?"

I light up a cig, waiting for her reply. She knows I'm right I can see it in her eyes.

"Ok, you're right."

Here it comes, the but.

"But you know she would never think that. I think you're the nicest user in Philly, maybe the world, and San really likes you."

"You really think that? Ya know. That she likes me a lot?"

"It's obvious babe. I've known her for a while, and not once have I seen her smile the way she does when she's around you or talks about you."

Holy shit. I guess we're both in deep now. Which is kinda scary. Trust is not a thing I know well, and vulnerability, something I know nothing of at all.

"If you say so Quinn. I'll be right back. You need anything while I'm out coppin'?"

"Ohhh yea get me a bacon, egg and cheese from Mo's. Here, I'll go get my money quick."

She goes to get up and head to her room but I stop her by gently pushing her back onto the couch.

"No, no. I got it. You just sit your cute ass down and I'll be right back."

"Be careful B. And say hi to Rach for me, I love that crazy bitch."

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I walk out of the house and pull my sky blue winter coat around me and hug myself to try and keep the cold out. It's snowing and kind of makes this shit hole look nice until I see the random people shivering in alley ways, empty baggies, and dirty needles littering my block long path to 4th and Indiana. I finally see Ty's Puerto Rican ass leaning into a silver Mercedes and talking to the driver before stuffing the money in his pocket and returning to his stoop.

All around us is a symphony of yelling that only Kenso can orchestrate. As cars roll by a string of calls can be heard up and down the street as dealers try to get the attention of the rich kids cruising to score.

"Dope! Dope! Dope!"

"I got some mighty powder ladies!"

"Rock! Holdin' that rock!"

One after the other yells as the car barrels down Indiana street, until finally stopping for a guy with dreads. I finally come back to reality and walk over to Ty, pulling his beanie playfully over his eyes.

"That better be my baby B, or someone is gettin' pistol whipped!"

"Who else would have the lady balls to fuck with you Ty? You know you're my nigga."

"Now Britt, to me, you're an honorary black girl and that's ok. But don't be sayin that shit around nobody else, ya got me? I don't want you cryin to me when your ass gets beat haha."

"Oh Ty you're such a gentleman" I say sarcastically. I'm not stupid I just don't go flingin around the N word with the same ease as I'd say hello.

"Well I know you're not here for my company so what can I get you?"

"Just the usual you sexy chocolate man, you." I pinch his cheek playfully. I love fuckin with Ty. Looking at the 6 foot tall, 250 pound black man you think I'd be scared, but he's actually a sweetheart and has helped me a couple times when I had no money.

"Baby B, you are lucky I got a soft spot for you, pinchin my cheeks 'n shit. Here ya go. Good 'ol Tom and Jerry. That Lopez chick is good at what she does. I got people in Delaware askin for this shit."

"Yeah she's good. Really good."

I pay the kind man while walking away in a daze thinking about the brunette sex bomb I've begun to miss. Oh shit I gotta get Quinn's sandwich. I turn around and make my way to Mo's, shouting out hello's to the people on the block I've come to know over the 5 years I've been here. Plus being one of the few white chicks amongst all the Hispanics and African American's kinda makes me get noticed. Not that I mind. Barring my skin color I share a lot of the same characteristics as they do. I'm a gay minority, people have fucked me over and continue to, and most importantly we're all in the same struggle. All of us living day-by-day knowing we're gonna die in this slum of a city.

I finally make it to Mo's and as expected Rachel is outside singing another one of Streisand's greatest hits.

"Hey Rach, ever hear back from your audition at the Kimmel Center?"

"No, obviously they don't recognize talent when they see it. That's what Barbra told me. Barbra says you need to get laid, the sexual tension you're holding is radiating off of you."

Shit just got real.