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This one-shot is based off the song 'Streetwalker' by Michael Jackson. So, please feel free to listen to the song while you read ☺️

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Nikki's POV, mid 1981

Sometimes you were driven to do things you never wanted to do but just end up having no choice to make ends meet, it happened with me when I was a teenager when my mom would leave me for days on end sometimes it fend for myself, I had to steal things and break laws selling drugs to make enough money to help my mom pay rent and to make sure I could eat as Deana never made sure of it.

Unfortunately, my best friend Y/N has also been forced into a way of life she didn't ever ask for, I'd known her for a few years now, since I first joined London actually and she was one of the best things to ever happen to me.

I respected her and adored the living hell out of her, and I spent as much time we her as I possibly could.

She lives in the apartment block next to ours and had lived there since I met her, and it was actually her living there which prompted me to look for an apartment close to hers, but our blocks, they're owned by two different people and while our landlord is pretty lenient considering what we do her landlord was a total and utter asshole.

He put her rent up last year, and since then she's had to quit her waitressing job which no longer covered it and ended up having to make money fast to meet her landlords demands as well as pay for all the other expenses and that resulted in her being pushed into sex work so she was a streetwalker, lady of the night, anything that sounds better than she was a prostitute because I didn't like referring to her as that.

It's probably a double standard that I respect her as much as I do yet some other women don't get that treatment but I knew Y/N and I'd known her long enough to where I'd do anything to make sure she was happy and right now, she can say she was but I saw she wasn't.

Y/N ran away like I did, wanting to escape and live on her own terms, but you take risks to do that and I don't think either of us realised when we got here how hard life could be, particularly getting a job when you'd dropped out of school.

Y/N didn't like what she was doing, I don't know anymore who would, but she was too stubborn to agree to move in with me, as if asked her to join myself, Vince and Tommy at our place, she says it's crowded enough as it is on our apartment especially when Mick crashes there too and sure we can tread on each other's toes a little but it's worked so far without too many problems and that was a lame excuse anyways because I'd been asking her every so often ever since I moved in here before I met the other guys even then she wouldn't.

She was like me, she did things she struggled just so she didn't have to inconvenience other people with her existence. It's helped me realise that I could be a pain in her ass like she can be a pain in mine but I loved her regardless, she was a great person, truly she was.

She didn't open up to me about her job as much as I'd like though, she didn't like talking about it, some days I could tell it was getting to her but she wouldn't talk to me and I wanted to help, maybe she thought I couldn't and she'd probably be right but at least it'd lighten up her head a little, I know what it's like to bottle shit and it's never healthy.

Sometimes she talks to me if she's had a little too much to drink, she'll open up a little more but never tell me anything about what happens to her because I imagine some guys treat her like shit and yeah, I knew because I'd treated girls like shit before but I do try to treat other chicks the way I treat Y/N but it's hard for me cause I'm messed up, I did try though. I just found it hard to give a shit about people who I don't know or knew I'd never really see again.