Everything f*****g hurt.
I grunted softly, opened my eyes, and clutched my waist, where the pain seemed to radiate from. Light flooded in from the windows. The curtain and door of the hospital room were both closed. After glancing around for Imani and not finding her, I pushed myself to a seated position and rested my head against the headboard, eyeing the bandages on my stomach.
While I didn’t believe in any sort of god, I thanked the world that my parents weren’t here. And I prayed that they wouldn’t show up here either. I didn’t want to see either of them ever again, and I really didn’t want Imani to get messed up in their s**t.
But, f**k, I didn’t know where I would go. I couldn’t go back home with them. And how was I going to pay for any of this? As soon as I had turned eighteen, M
