hoked out, already h

dropping the spatula. He looked genuinely

It looked like it had seen better days. I turned on the car, the engine purring to life as I zoomed off. My mind wa

ll of stale coffee and f

the front desk. "I w

ce matching the one on the phone. "Ms

s older but apparently needed saving than I did. I hated how reckless he was. His

s supposed to be grateful-just kept dragging us down. Standing there, bruise on my head, lies in my pocket – how much more? Didn't want to know what he did -another bar fight, so

so she wouldn't have to. "How much is the bail?" I

age. "Five hundred dollars. Cash. Since he's a repeat

elt more like a sob. To the Graves, five hundred

s 2 weeks of groceries. It was everything. I leaned against the wall, head throbbing. 300 nai

ed it put expecting Zion to be blowi

d around the station like he was standing right there, watching me drown. He knew. Of course he knew. He'd figured it out. I st

of the waiting room. I'd sell my old guitar, or maybe pick up extra shi

hed for Xailia's number. She didn't have much, but m

in a really tight spot and- Before I could hit send, Phone vibrated hard.

oney. That was rent, groceries, and a whole year of community co

turning over. He hadn't even waited for me to a

edom expression. I had the money. I could get Kiesel ou

I still hadn't answered-I realized the price of th