Brianna sat in the living room hugging her legs and staring blankly at the TV. Robin was watching some educational program, but Brianna wasn’t paying attention. She was lost in thoughts of Zachary and the terrible events of last night. She felt so bad for him. Here she’d thought he did this gigolo thing because he was pretentious and eccentric, but he did it because he honestly believed he wasn’t worth anything. That he deserved to be treated like meat.
What was worse was his mother the woman that should have loved and protected him had made him feel this way. She not only condoned his prostitution she forced it on him with threats and guilt. She had probably forced him to turn tricks when he was eighteen. The poor kid never had a chance. She made him what he was today. She was a terrible
