Rhenna

SEVEN

         I wasnt one to follow commands. Nor would I buckle under threats. If Jae wanted to call my mom the hell why not? I could just go back to the streets. I survived before, I could do it again.

Jae could call me his Bitch. He could scream in my face. He could steal my dignity. But, he could not control my freedom.

I wouldnt stand by and let him snake his talons into me. I was my mother's son. The only thing she ever did right was acknowledge her worth.

I was below Jae when it came to class and money, but I was still a human being.
I was my own person.

I was a rebel.

I grabbed a chair from the kitchen and dragged it across the floor. It left black marks on the tile, but who was I too care? This wasnt my house. It wasnt my problem.

I set it up below the camera above the doorway.

I then retrieved a doe roller. No one around here cooked so it wouldnt be a problem if the thing broke.

I shimmied myself up on the chair and with a triumphant smirk smashed the roller against the camera. The glass shattered and the light died.

One down six to go.

Jae loved his security. I enjoyed smashing it up.
It gave me a sort of rush.

When I was finished vandalizing Jae's property I took a marker to the bathroom mirror. In the biggest letters I could manage I wrote:

FUCK YOU

I packed up my bag, and left through the front door. I didnt even bother closing it behind me.

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I went to the club first but the doors were locked up tight. I tried to find a window, but the only visable two were boarded up.

After that I strolled around downtown. It was busy and bustling with chaos. I ducked through the crowds until I found a empty alley.

I slid to the ground and crossed my legs.
What now?
I couldnt stick around this part of the city. Without Jae's protection the cops would snatch me up and send me home. Home to mom.

I shivered at the thought.

I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through google maps. I had to get out of this city. Maybe even the state.

Jae wouldnt be to happy when he got back home. I knew he wouldnt just let it go either.
I'd be on his target list. Probably at the top.

My little outburst was probably the beginning of my downfall. I tapped my head against the cement wall.
The only person who'd even consider helping me was Mandy, but I had no way of contacting her.

I dug through my pockets for any loose change. I didnt even think about grabbing money, for a bus, before I left. Too late now. I wasnt going back.

My fingers latched onto a flimsy card and I pulled it out.
Conn Pros.
His number was written in neat bold lettering.

I tsked my tongue and tossed the card. I didnt need that guys help.

My stomach grumbled with hunger. I couldnt even remember the last time i ate.
"Just what i need".

I glared at the gold card. Conn had no sane reason to offer any help.

I growled,annoyed with myself. I snatched up the card and punched his digits into my phone.

It rang a few times before his voice flooded through. "Hello".

I stayed silent. What the hell was I supposed to say? "Oh hay I'm homeless again and i need some money" I wasnt a leech.