“What do you really want? Be honest … I might actually give it to you if you are.” I test him. He has the grace to look uncomfortable at least, and shiftily looks away. I can smell booze at this distance and it’s the first time I notice the yellow stained whites in his eyes. Maybe he’s a drunk. Maybe it’s drugs. I don’t care!
“I could do with a little help out … Get back on my feet, you know?” he answers sheepishly, barely able to look at me.
“You mean money?” I grit my teeth so hard it hurts my jaw. His face flushes and he nods.
“What is my middle name?” I snap suddenly. My frayed emotions kicking in and teen Emma sliding out impulsively.
“Ummm.” He moves back, blinking hard.
“What is my birth date?” I yell, this time loudly, voice shaking. He gulps and tries to look anywhere exce
