Just a drabble about what I imagine would have ran through Lana's mind on a night when she was still a prostitute. It's very short but I hope you enjoy.

''She's a commodity in a sea of broken girls.'' Lauren DeStefano, Sever

Some days she just wanted to run, run away to wherever her legs took her.

She wanted a steady job, a good father for Maurice and Harry. She just wanted to be happy, not standing on the corner of some street in downtown Philadelphia night after night, waiting for a stranger to take her home.

It was moment like that when she felt like she was trapped in this life. Like there was no way to get her dream life: living in the suburbs with a husband she could trust no matter what life had in store for them. She wanted her two boys to go to a good school, well... if it had books it was already better than the on they were current school.

A good education would give them chances, something she didn't have growing up.
She wanted to give her boys a chance to make something of themselves, have a good life, a career and family they could be proud of.

They didn't have to know she was doing tricks the way she was, and when she came home, all bruised up, they didn't have to know she got them from a 'client'.

They didn't have to know where their mother got her money from, or who she got it from for that matter. They didn't have to know what got the food on the table, their phones connected and their lights on.

''It sure wouldn't do them any good,'' she told herself as she threw her cigarette on the pavement as another car pulled up.