Unity

Chapter Twenty Four

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It'd only been two days since I left home and I was already feeling homesick. I already missed Eren, but I knew he was drinking right now.

And what was I doing? I was smoking. I was being the biggest hypocrite in the world and smoking. I'd gone through three packs in two days and now I was out of money. I only had 3 smokes left and I needed more desperately. 

"Hey, tranny-fag!" I was waiting for someone to say that. I didn't have time to turn around, but the second I did, a bottle was smashed against my head. My body fell to the ground and I was immediately kicked in the gut. "We know what you are, you little girl," one of the two men there picked me up and slammed me against a wall. There was a third man in the background videotaping what was going on. Since it was dark and late, no one was outside to help me, and I was completely defenseless. "Stop existing, you freak!" I got punched square in the jaw and kicked in the shins at the same time. One repeatedly slammed me against the wall and my head was banging against it. There was already blood pouring from the side of my face from the glass bottle, and now my whole body was aching. I was probably bruised in most places as well, but I better just put up with it. It's not much different from what my high-school experience was. The only difference was that Eren wasn't there.

"S-Stop," the man who'd slammed me against the wall threw me on the ground and kicked my face whilst the other stood and laughed. I heard a police siren in the far background.

"Shit!" the two men and the person recording ran and drove away in their car. The police drove passed the building and passed me. I'll manage. I didn't know how bad I was bleeding, but it probably wasn't too bad. It didn't hurt that bad, either. I could still walk, but I had to limp because one of the men there twisted my ankle because he stepped on it.

I didn't know what to do with myself anymore. I had so much. I had everything I ever wanted. I lived in a nice apartment with my husband. I got top surgery. I've been on Testosterone for years. I'm YouTube famous.

But I threw that away.

I pulled out my last cigarette and smoked it. I made sure it lasted long because I had no money. No money means no cigarettes, no cigarettes means nothing to help me keep a little bit of my sanity.

And I can only think of one thing that will earn me money quickly.

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Five days I've been gone; four days I've been smoking; two days I've been a prostitute. I knew it was illegal and I knew it would ruin my reputation forever, but what else was I supposed to do? I didn't want to go back to Eren's house. He had his own problems to deal with and I had mine. Interfering would make all problems 1000 times worse.

So here I am, in a parking lot near a strip club. I'm standing against a building just waiting for cars to come up to me and ask me 'how much?' because that's all I can do right now.

It was a busy night and several people just started walking out of the front door. Many were wasted, but one car came up and parked in front of me that didn't come from the club.

He unlocked his car and I went into his car. The man in there drove behind the club and parked in a dark area. He pulled out his wallet and looked at me.

"I haven't seen you since high school, Armin." Levi smirked at me and waited for me to finish the cigarette I was currently smoking. I paused and burnt the flame on the end out on my arm. It didn't hurt anymore. Nothing really fazed me anymore to be honest.

"I didn't know you moved to Southampton." Levi nodded.

"Yeah, I moved here a couple of years ago." Levi looked through his wallet and then back up at me. I didn't make eye contact with him, but I didn't need to. I didn't need to have a conversation with him, either. I don't know why he was trying to talk to me. I was just going to suck his dick and leave like nothing happened. I need money right now.