An Addict’s Sacrifice

If word got to the wrong people in the shelter, I stood a high chance of getting stabbed for it.

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Runaway Attempt #1: Surviving Exposure

I ducked behind a car and watched, shaking from the cold.

Homeless (part 3) “It’s Too Dangerous”

I saw the knife in his hand before it was wrenched away.

The ‘Christian’ Home for Teens (part 2) Escape Artist

I felt something sharp on the back of my neck. It was Jess, sitting directly behind me.

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.

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.

The Abduction (kind of)

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.