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.
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 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)
In this chapter I was 21 years old and living in Salt Lake City as a new Air Force veteran. Life was rough and I'd lost a lot of friends from another chapter, but I was still determined to keep going. I was under the gun to find new housing. I was working two full … Continue reading The (almost) Perfect Great Escape
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.