If word got to the wrong people in the shelter, I stood a high chance of getting stabbed for it.
I ducked behind a car and watched, shaking from the cold.
I saw the knife in his hand before it was wrenched away.
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.
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.
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.