have any way to financially put in and once again, brian is going to have to carry the load. i called my job. the first thing my manager says is, well, how are you going to make any money? i am like, how do you think i am going to make any money? you don t think i think about these things. i think about this constantly. i will still have nigh job once i go back to work. at the same time, the sooner i get there, the better as it was explained to me. as it turns out, a broken ankle isn t the only thing brian and chocolate have to worry about. she says cher dpringing binge wasn t so much her way of coping with her living celebration as it was a celebration gone wrong. i took a pregnancy test and it came up positive. so i guess i m pregnant now. i m going to go for the blood test just to be sure, though, you know. that is so freaking cool.
center is dedicated to helping homeless youth. it offers food, clothing, internet access, and even a safe place to take a nap. chocolate s biggest source of support and stability is her fiance, brian, a former marine. but brian is a relative new comer to the streets. she worries about whether he can make it out here. in fact, earlier in the week, brian accidentally burned down the tent that they called home. this is his first time. i get irritated with him sometimes because i feel like he should know this but then i stop and think, how is he going to know this if he has never been through the situation? reporter: it has been a bad week. but a call brings some good news. are you serious? we are off the streets until i get paid? we are off the streets. are you serious? reporter: a friend has offered the couple a room in his apartment and for chocolate, a
from your family than you have ever been. you are sitting there and you are like, do i really want to do this? part of you wants to get off the bus and just run home. the other part of you is like no. i can do this. reporter: there is no questioning chocolate s determination. she has much to overcome. i m bipolar but i can live my life. this is my life. i m 21 years old. i m not 12 anymore. i know what i m doing. i need to stand on my own two feet. the only way i can seemingly prove that to my family is by not going home and making it on my own. because they are all expecting me to fail. they are all expecting me to come back, oh, i can t do it on my own. i need you all to take care of me. reporter: last night for the first time in months, chocolate and her fiance, brian, had a roof over their heads. there s no sense of security. i m never going to feel secure with my situation until i get into my own [ bleep ] and i m
we sit there and we work our [ bleep ] job. overtime. what do we get? what do we get? we get [ bleep ]. then people want us to ask why are you still on the streets, chocolate? because you [ bleep ] me over. reporter: she even unleashes some of her furry on terry, the friend who has given them a place to live. terry going to want to [ bleep ] us over, brian. i see that. he s already showing [ bleep ] side. $10 for a pack of cigarettes. reporter: there is more than her living situation on the mind. the alcohol reveals something even more painful from her past. i have a 3-year-old daughter. she is a very good girl. i had her when i was on the streets. and i was i had nothing. then i went and found out i was
that bike. no. no, we are not. we have to pawn both bikes. it will be difficult for nikki to quit drinking and get a job since her friends have no intention of doing either. my friends don t care if i don t work. my friends don t care if i m sitting there getting drunk with them all day. they are not going to tell me i need to go get a job and they are not going to remind me to do things i have to. i don t need anyone telling me what to do. reporter: unlike nikki, chocolate has a job. for the next up of weeks she and her fiancee, brian, have a place to stay. she s working hard to make a stable life for herself and brian. as much as she yearns to leave her past behind, chocolate, a self-described, old-school drag rat is still drawn to the renaissance square. no cheese for the big toe no cheese for the big toe