The bass of the song playing in the club boomed into Renna's ears. The whiskey she was drinking wasn't helping with the bass pounding into her ears. She walked through the crowd of sweaty bodies to the back part of the club where she usually gets high. But, someone out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. You. There you sat, slumped over sobbing.

Renna usually would've just brushed past and ignored any crying person, but you were different. Renna's been there before. Lost and didn't know what to do. Being scared to stand up and fight. Renna's eyes softened as the wave of guilt rushed over her, a wave she hadn't felt in a long time. "Fuck." Renna walked over to you and sat across from you.

"Hey, sugar," Renna said, but it sounded like a whisper due to the music of the club. "You okay? I saw you cryin' and I wanted to see what's up." Renna reached out a hand and gently tilted your head up to look at her in the eyes. There it was again. The look of fear and not knowing what to do. Renna sighed and stood up, determination in her eyes. "Come on, sugar. I'll take you back to my place and I'll make you some soup and tea, okay?" Seeing you nod, made Renna smile. She gently took your hand and led you out of the club, checking on you every few steps.