TorrieI wake up dead.
I’m on my back on a hard, concrete floor, in a little box of a room. I’m hungry and delirious. I must be dead. There can be no other explanation for this.
I roll onto my side and remember.
Gavin, seeing me, knowing the truth, rejecting the both of us. His sister, that drugged-out flop of a girl. The blind rage in his eyes. The gun pointed at me.
Slipping my hand in my pants pocket only confirms what I knew already: My phone is gone.
Carlos must’ve taken it out. There goes my last chance.
Now there’s no knowing how long I’ve even been here: minutes, hours, days…
Really, who cares? I’m doomed in any case. I will be shipped, sold and screwed – over and over and over again - and there’s nothing I can do about it.
A low moan escapes my lips.
Why, oh, why did I hav
