Chapter 17

  Do you know what it feels like to feel really unwelcome where you are? I felt unwelcome at Chris’ place. He was somewhere in the apartment blowing off steam, while somewhere there was a woman sleeping off her drunken ass. Then there was me, running the water of the shower, getting ready to get in just because I had nowhere else to go. Just because I was feeling unwelcome and wanted to flee away from Chris with everything in me, I also couldn’t go home because then I had to be my stepdad’s sex slave again. I could probably sleep on the streets, but I wouldn’t know where to go and where to sleep on the streets either. I would probably get killed within the first few hours. Not that I would mind dying, but I just don’t know if that is the way that I would like to die. Somehow I want to at least die in a place I know, and by a means that was in my hands. Not left over to some stranger slitting my throat. Then again… Whatever gets the job done.