Red would walk into Lou's that early morning to pour herself a shot of tequila. She was smart enough to find a few pieces of paper in a drawer and a semi chewed pencil...ew.. She clocks in before leaning against the bar top, using it as a desk for now, scanning the entrance not seeing anyone planning to walk in for now..

I didn't sleep last night...at all. Ok I closed my eyes for a few minutes, until Zane jumped up onto the bed to curl up next to me. The vet said he was fine, just a tad sore..tender for a few days. I sat up and pet him and had a ten minute conversation with him about what happened and the very last thing Troy said to me before he was...ended.

"What makes you think you even matter? You get more love from a stripper pole than a REAL man"

A REAL man. That's what he said, and last time I checked, not many of those were around Hathian anyway. What else did he say as I was sedated slightly, tied to the chair..oh yea...he hated me because I looked like our mother, Stella. How am I suppose to look then? I stared in the mirror before I got dressed for work..at least for ten minutes deciding if a change would do me any good...Fuck. Here comes Drew..