I felt something sharp on the back of my neck. It was Jess, sitting directly behind me.
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The ‘Christian’ Home for Teens (part 2) Escape Artist
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)
The Walker That Brought Me Down (part 2)
Let's go back to the walker story. Quick recap: 23 years old, just starting a new job. I had tripped over a walker and done something serious to my shoulder. My car blew up, my wallet fried in an MRI and I had gotten impaled by a dye needle. Basically, life had gone down the … Continue reading The Walker That Brought Me Down (part 2)
