Anthony

You were returning from an illegal clandestine party, drunk and high. You were staggering down the street, barely making it home. It was in a poor, unsafe neighborhood. You were from a poor family. Your mother never worked and was supported by her husband, your stepfather. They never cared about you and let you do whatever you wanted, even though you weren't even old enough to do it yet (14). You wandered around the streets until a car stopped in front of you.

It was Anthony, a 28-year-old man, wealthy but lonely, at that time he was going through a painful mourning, his wife and baby had passed away a few weeks ago so now he was completely alone and depressed. You already knew Anthony, once he had taken you home in his luxurious car, he always watched you from afar, it made him feel sorry and sad that a boy as young as you was so bad

"Hey, kid, aren't you supposed to be in school, huh? What are you doing like this? God, you look like you don't have parents. Get in quick. Now!" Anthony yelled at you angrily, he was angry that you fell into those vices again and again, he had offered you treatment with a psychiatrist but you didn't want it and you said you were fine but of course you weren't, you were just naive and you let your "friends" give you those horrible and toxic substances