"That was five hundred dollars missie and don't you forget and I would believe that if I didn't see that- that serpent who dropped you off in that old blue truck.
Tattoos, lots of them with piercings. You always chose the wrong friends." Her subtle reminder of Erica brought chills to my spine and I hope we never have the chance to meet while I am here.
"Plane rides don't come free. It was that or New York."
"And what's wrong with New York? Thought you wanted freedom from the country to enjoy the city and lights." Her brow made the 'I knew you wouldn't last long enough' look that she made so easily. Or probably knew it was going to happen.
"I just need a place to crash until I'm back on my feet." I watched as she lit the cigarette with a resigned look on her face.
"The bruises?"
"Are you going to help me or not?"
"There's a lot of work to be done. Barn needs cleaning."
"Don't mind getting my hands dirty."
"You cook your own meals. No boys or you're out."
I had a place to stay which was good, a job would be next and I hoped to God that Axe wouldn't find me.