‘Jess?’ The man shook the young girl’s shoulder. ‘Time to go home.’
Her head rolled to one side revealing a halter top stained with vomit.
‘Jess? Come-on, we need to get you cleaned up.’
‘You can’t stay here.’ The squalid room was littered with fast food wrappers, cans and bottles. In one corner a couple were asleep on a filthy mattress.
‘I like it.’
‘You don’t like anything, including yourself. You’re a beautiful person, Jess. Why do you do this to yourself?’
‘That’s not a reason.’
‘Why do you care?’
‘Because someone has to until you do.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.