Poké dollars are weird in the Pokémon universe, but they are pretty much yen in Japan. I will display the actual amount beside the Poké dollar amount! Enjoy the story!

The morning sun shined through the blinds of my run down apartment. The dying need for more sleep would be relevant if I even got any last night. I admit, it's a change to sleep in a better mattress than my own, but there's one thing I've forgotten about, this is actually not my apartment.

It slipped my mind that I was in someone else's home, but then again... I shouldn't have forgotten by how my body rested, unlike how it rest on my dirty torn apart mattress I actually have.

As refreshing as it was laying on a bed that felt like clouds, I had to leave before they wake up. The guy beside me was sleeping face down on his pillow. This made me question if he was even alive from the lack of air passage. His body lifted up and dropped normally, so he's good.

I sighed in relief and got up to go to the restroom to take a quick shower. It would be ideal to leave as soon as possible, but I wasn't going to leave all gross like this after the session I had last night.

The shower was warm and crystal clear for me. Raising my hands to catch the clean water was always nice to feel. It's the only good thing about the jobs I do...

"Lucky me" I said to myself sarcastically before drying off in a clean towel and walked out the bathroom to still see my client asleep. Who can blame him with an amazing bed like that?

The first thing that had to be done was put on some clothes. His open closet provided a luxurious amount of clothing that it was hard just choosing one.

All made of cotton, the first thing I grabbed was a black T-shirt and some basketball shorts that strangely fit like a glove... It may not be even his. It doesn't even surprise me that these clothes might belong to his girlfriend. It's happened before in the span of my "career"

After putting on a pair of her shoes that was a size too big, I walked up to the guy's nightstand and grabbed the wallet to take last nights payment... Everything. I was sure he didn't need it since he could afford such a nice place.

Amused, I left the room to find a quick snack to grab that could fit in my small backpack. There was plenty to grab, and I helped myself before walking out the apartments with a satisfied look on my face. What I collected from the kitchen was enough to last me about a week.

I walked down the stairs of the apartment complex and walked pass a girl heading in the direction of the door I just exit. I walked down slowly to observe and watched her enter that room with a key and walked in.

A few moments pass, I was back on the bottom floor and overheard the same girl screaming on the top of her lungs. It was probably best if I had picked up my panties when I was getting ready. Oh well, I don't need them anyways.

"Oops" I snorted and kept walking.

The bus stop was right across the street from where I stood. Instead of wasting money on a ride, I decided to travel to my apartments that was on the other side of the city, by foot.

The money I took from the guy needed to be saved up. Every coin counts in order to have enough for something that means a lot to me.

The apartments I lived in were in the middle of a dangerous neighborhood that involve a lot of criminal activities such as gambling, dealing, and tons of illegal battling. It sucks that I have to be stuck in the middle of such a bad place, but it can't compare to how life was there when Team Rocket was around.

I manage to stay safe around these parts thanks to my job. The man I work for is as bad as the people I'm surrounded by, so he has his ways of keeping others away from me as long as I'm a good girl in his eyes and do as he says.

Other then having my life being told what to do and getting pushed around by this lunatic, I live a decent life with little to no money. I make my living as a bar tender in the early nights in the strip club before the show starts later that night.

For a job that provides me a home and safety, I don't make the money I deserve. Other then the sorry excuse for tips in the bar, I often have to start dancing for the crowd when the other dancers don't make them as excited as I do.

With my background, it's the only kind of job that can accept me. All the struggles I went through were too much to handle that the tears I use to shed dried up. Everything thrown at me was nothing new to me and I have no choice but to endure it all.

The money I make as a dancer is all given to my boss. For all the things he provide me, he's been making me work for free just because he ask me to take a part in a job that's not in my description, but do anyways. 

I am asked to dance so often and I'm broke most of the time in my work place. Since there is no other way for me to earn money, my boss decides to be "nice" and ask me to sleep with a client. Being extra "nice" he provides the rich ones on purpose. All that money I make in the bedroom is all for me, and it's more than I ever make in the club. But...

No matter how much I complain, there's nothing else better I can do. If I leave, I'll be in the streets and never be taken by anyone other then my boss who took care of me since he took me out the streets many years ago.

I unlocked the lock on my door, which didn't even work most of the time, and opened the door to see something that I've seen a dozen times already.

"What did I tell you about entering my place?" I narrowed my eyes in suspicion at the fighting-type flinching and slowly turn to see my angry annoyed face. It flinched again once seeing my eyes "After all the times I warned you to stop lingering into my room, you continue to come and make more of a mess" I opened my arms to show the mess it made "In what way are you ever being sneaky?!" It coward down the more I got angry "I come back hungry and tired. Why do I have to go on and on about this same thing every time I return!?" I almost yelled over my lungs, knowing this Pokémon wasn't doing this willingly. A certain someone was making it go into my things and search for something that isn't here.

I settled down a little, trying not to get a bigger headache than what I had already "You have the choice to leave that person... For a Pokémon who is known for its temper, you seriously cower when I start to yell" I glanced at it looking down "You do not deserve to be with a trainer who makes you enter a place that's owned by someone you are scared of" I stepped forward, making it start to shake. I leaned over to see how much it was shaking and snorted, not in the mood for this crap.

"If you dare to come in here and make a mess again, I'll have to capture you by force and release you where you belong. Is that what you want?" It stopped and looked at me. I stood up and turned my shoulder "I'm surprised you actually perked up when I said something that was suppose to be a threat" I shook my head "So, I'm right then. You are making this mess so that I'll have no choice but to go with my threat in offering you your freedom. Is that it?" It looked down "still cowering, I see" I brushed my hair with my fingers and walked to the table to take out the snacks I stole.

"I'll make you a deal" I opened a package of honey buns and stuffed my mouth "If you want to take my offer, bring me your Pokéball the next time you're asked to come here, or come when you want to. It's up to you" I waved my hand "now get out" it jumped out the apartment and closed the door behind it. For a Primeape that messed up my apartment a lot, it has the decency to close the door.

"Why do I have to go through these things?" I sighed to myself and ate while putting everything away "Like I'll ever leave anything personal in this disgusting place"

Everything was placed where it needed to be. Most of it was thrown in the trash since it was newspapers that had job listings inside.

I get my hopes up so much just by looking at those lists. Even if I did manage to get another job, I won't have a home to live and normal jobs won't accept that.

Everything else I had in this place was nonsense things that my boss gave me. He'd get me so many gifts that I prefer not to keep, like Pokémon plushies, hair accessories, clothes that reveal too much skin, and other weird things I'm pretty sure he stole.

Anything I like that I own are not in sight to anyone that may come into my place to try to see if they can snatch anything. I know better than leaving those kinds of things out here.

After cleaning, I continued eating my breakfast and sat on the floor, sitting on the towel I stole from my last client so my new clothes won't get dirty, and turned on my tv that had static loud enough to break my ear drums. Luckily it didn't blow up on me due to my habit of watching tv with no volume.

Even if I hate my job and would rather die in a ditch, I have to be grateful for what I have now. This is the ONLY way I can make money, and even if I make good money after my work with these losers who have girlfriends, much of it doesn't even go to me.

I know I said that my boss let me have the money I earn from sleeping with these men, but the reason why I save my money is way more important than my own needs. Because of it, I'm stuck in this lifestyle.

"Stupid tv" I groaned "Why do I even bother?" Someone knocked hard on my door, almost making me choke on my food.

"Kitty!" A feminine voice sang in a screech. I cupped my face in frustration. It's bad enough that I got home to a big mess, another mess wants to come through my door!? "Kitty! Come out! I know you're in there!" I rolled my eyes and got up to swing the door open, not meaning to slam it onto the wall.

The girl outside my door, who I worked with, raised her hands like I was pointing a gun at her. I do tend to make that expression on others.

"What could you possibly want?" I snarled. She giggled and played with her pale blue hair.

"Good morning, Kitty!" She addressed me by my stage name. I hate that name...

"I'm not going to repeat myself" she got amused and walked away "Hey!"

"Boss wants you at the club. There's a big event planned tonight"

"Why should I care?" I leaned on the wall and crossed my arms "We already had a deal. He won't bother me in the day time, so why did he bother asking you to get me?"

"Because you guys made a deal that he won't bother you during the day time" she winked over her shoulder "I'm the one doing it" she turned back to face me "It's a birthday party, and you know what that means"

"I really hope he wants me to tend the bar tonight" I sighed "I'm too tired to dance" I looked at the view of the second floor "I'm not even close to my goal" my coworker suddenly took my shoulder, throwing me off guard, for once.

"Dear, are you still working for the poor little thing?" I looked down, ashamed at myself "It's been years with no progress. I didn't think you were still working for the same thing"

"I am" I sighed "And it sucks because-" I shook my head. I can't believe I was about to express my feelings to this girl "Nevermind. Mind your business" I turned away. She grabbed my shoulder again to pull me over so her face could reach over my shoulder to look at me.

"Do you need some help?" My heart dropped "Honey, if there's a chance you can ever leave this job, I'm willing to help you if that one thing is keeping you from that goal" I jumped back and looked at her like she was stupid.

"Helping my Pokémon's hospital bill is my problem! I don't need your help!" She frowned at me "I'll get through things on my own... I don't need help" she opened her arms.

"What? Do you think I'll take advantage of you?" I turned away "We've been working together for 7 years, dear. You're like a little sister to me" I refused to look at her "Really, I don't mind helping you-"

"No" I inhaled sharply "I don't want any help from anyone. I'll earn my way out of this" I bit my lips "I can't look back at my life, knowing someone will take advantage of my kindness again" I gasped at myself for admitting it and jumped back into my apartment to slam my door closed.

"Kitty!" She cried out.

"Shut up!" I glared at the floor, seeing it becoming blurry all of a sudden "Stop calling me that!" I covered my ears "Go away!"

"B-But..." the moment of silence didn't even break her. I could still feel her there, feeling me shaking "Honey, you're going to be alright. I know it"

"How can you possibly know that..?"

"I may not be able to persuade you, but I know someone who can help you understand what you're going through"

"What? Do you think I don't know what I'm going through?!" I almost growled.

"No, that's not what I meant, but you see... Every now and then, we always need someone to talk to and tell us what we need, even if we already know it. Talking can release your pain"

"Yeah, you definitely talk a lot and it's giving me pain" I slammed my fist on the door behind me "Go away, dammit!" After a moment, she finally left. I took a deep breath and release an ugly cry, needing to cover my mouth to keep me from showing weakness. I haven't felt my heart drop like this in so long...

"Damn you- Lilly..." I hiccuped "Why couldn't you just leave me alone?" I headed back to the towel on the floor and sat down, deciding to fall asleep on the little space I had to calm my nerves and hope for a better life in my dreams than what I have in reality.

I'm tough, I'm harsh, I'm distant, I'm stern, serious, hateful, fake... pathetic. At this point in my life, I feel like even if I'm able to get my beloved Pokémon back from the hospital, I won't be able to provide the life it deserves.

"Damn you, Lilly... Why did you have to come out here and do this to me again..?" I pulled on my hair "You know exactly what to say to make me break... Just like the day I met you"

Hello my beautiful readers! Welcome to my new story! A little reminder that this story has some rated mature areas but nothing too extreme, probably. Most of those spots are located in the beginning but you'll see for yourself! I've had this story on hold for a very long time due to the gap for editing! Please comment and like! I love reading your comments!