a day at the bar

everything was fine till the day my parents were killed of drug overdose and too much alcohol,they abused me so i was happy when they died no matter how bad that sounds they weren't good people i never told anyone that i was abused i hate pityer's!! Now i work at a bar,where i'm abused physically i wear a bikini thats made for hookers men slap me on the ass and say stupid sh*t,until a guy walks in who's mated with a girl that works in the bar with me and they take me in?And they take me in and WHAT?.............