Shira was shaking. Soaked from head to toe yet her features were beautiful. Even with her hair damp and slightly matted to her head she was beautiful. She was scared and she jumps at the loud rumble of thunder. Biting her lower lip. She was hiding her eyes behind large sunglasses. They hid the bruises just below her right eye. And the small almost invisible cut above and below her left eye. That was from where her dad's younger friend of 25 sent her head first into a window. All because she refused to sleep with him.<br/><br/>She hears movement. And prays it isn't her "father". That man wasn't related to her. He was a foster father at best. Her mother died and for some stupid reason left him in charge of her. And that meant until 25 she couldn't touch the inheritance and was thus poor. And now homeless. She shivers. Her teeth chattering. Rubbing her arms with her hands. "W-who...s-said th-that?" she chatters out. Shivering violently.