I ducked behind a car and watched, shaking from the cold.
I felt something sharp on the back of my neck. It was Jess, sitting directly behind me.
They weren't really going to make the kid stay here in his condition, were they? I wondered.
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.
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.
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?!
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)
Let's zoom in on that one specific I still consider to be 'the' D-day. 19 years old. This was taken a couple weeks later: My best friend's taillights flashed red as she paused before turning onto the main road and disappearing from view. I breathed deep to clear my vision blurred by that gunky salt … Continue reading Homeless (part 1) DAY ONE
If he lied to get me this far, it couldn't be good. I started screaming and struggling against his vice-like grip as he started dragging me down the jetway. The attendants, suddenly wide eyed and alarmed, began to close in on my father and I.
I breathed in the cold Michigan air and whooped. It was a pretty sad celebration going from a dysfunctional home for teen girls to the streets on a cold fall night, but at that point, I took what I could get. I began to run.