I love my dad, but this is all his fault. If he hadn't left I would still be a virgin. Uncle Benny would never have stolen my innocence. But fuck it, it doesn't make a difference.
The truth is I'm on the street now. The first night might might not have been the worst night of my life, but it was hella bad.
I was so cold. My blanket wasn't enough but I'd rather freeze than go back. And I nearly did that night. By morning I could barely move.
Let me tell you something. Whole other girls my age are giggling at boys and having sleepovers, I'm wondering if I'll freeze or starve first.
-Merrida
