It wasn't until I made searing contact that I realized it was actually a rosebush. I hit the ground, torn and bleeding but free. I didn't have time to feel pain or check my wounds, but I felt a large cut behind my ear and blood dripped from my pantleg cuff. Flesh wounds, I thought, trying to muster all my bad-assery. I crept around the house, reached under the steps for my shoes and when I grabbed them I began to run.
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.
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.