All she had to do was take a couple more sips. I knew she could do it. "Jessica," I said quietly.
She tilted up her head and the moment I saw her face, I could tell she was drunk. "What," she moaned.
"You only have a couple sips left to go."
"I... I can't do it, Richie, I can't."
"Yes, you can. I believe in you." The handcuffs made my wrists start to ache. "Here... I'll count with you. We only have a minute left."
She took a gulp and lifted the bottle back up to her lips and took a sip and swallowed.
"One," I said.
She took another sip but not the whole thing.
"Two."
She drank the last of what was in the bottle.
"Three. Yay, Jessica, you did it."
She gave me a faint smile before she threw up in the bag again. She collapsed on the floor of the van and sighed heavily.
I looked over at the man.
"Ugh," he grunted. "I really wanted this one. She's real pretty you know."
"Yeah, but she's mine and you gotta let us go now."
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Shattered But Not Broken
Teen FictionIt is 1984 and Jessica just lost her mother and is facing some hard battles. When something bad happens to her, she meets a boy named Richie. When more horrible things happen to her, their love and passion will take them further together and using h...
