I saw the knife in his hand before it was wrenched away.
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Homeless (part 3) “It’s Too Dangerous”
The ‘Christian’ Home for Teens (part 2) Escape Artist
I felt something sharp on the back of my neck. It was Jess, sitting directly behind me.
Dirt. (part 1)
They weren't really going to make the kid stay here in his condition, were they? I wondered.
Nun School and the Silent Father (part 2)
I pulled on my jeans and gathered my tattered pink shirt around me. I didn't know what a rape kit was nor did it cross my mind to ask for any kind of exam; I was exhausted and all I could think of was endless sleep.
The Christian House for Teens (part 1) The Hazing
In spite of the open door and my nakedness, I wasn't going to look weak. I held her gaze. These people weren't going to break me after all I had already been through.
When the Russians Came
I knew how to handle these situations on the streets, but obviously I couldn't stab anyone here. I didn't know how to get rid of him in this new world with new rules.
The Drug Spiral (part 1): That Little White Line
He passed the CD case around and everyone snorted a line through the same rugged $20 bill. I was last. There was one remaining fat white line resting on the case and I swear it was looking at me with a challenge glinting in its eye. I stared at it.
Homeless (part 2)
I had it down to the perfect science. My game was to play adorable and get everyone to want to protect me. I was doing well. I called for a smoke break and we all filed out. Cisco pressed his body hard against mine into a corner. What was he doing?!
The Underage Prisoner Transfer
It was around 4am and headlights roused me from my desperately deep sleep. I felt something rustle in my hair. Disentangling the struggling mouse from my filthy head, I set it free and sat up. The Suburban stopped near our scattered camp, thankfully with the headlights pointing away from me and the driver hopped out, … Continue reading The Underage Prisoner Transfer
Runaway Attempt #4 (Shutter Island)
I lay face down in the wet, decaying leaves and God knows what else underneath the trailer. I carefully controlled my heavy breathing; my body had ceased to shake from the cold. I knew I was hypothermic, but I had much more serious matters on my hands. I heard a car door slam and knew the … Continue reading Runaway Attempt #4 (Shutter Island)
