Chapter 31

Vanessa had avoided the kids in the projects of Winton Terrace by escaping to her own home, but she couldn't pretend not to see the whispers and pointed fingers and the snickers of kids that she barely knew. It was true that she wasn't receptive to any of her mother's explanations because there were only two things that she cared about; that her friends from school never found out what her mother did with men for money and Scotty.

The more she compared their circumstances, the more she knew that she wanted to be like him. Scotty walked through life as if his circumstances did not define him. He was confidant and didn't shy away from people who called his mother trash, or that called him trash. He didn't take crap from anyone. Even while wearing the fading bruises he had looked fearless and she knew that whatever had caused them did not detract one bit from his strength. She would have to be like that now.