Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | He Saves His Parents
"THIS PLACE IS SMALL but it's our home now."
A small brown hut was perched in the forest clearing, the door of it covered with rust and heavy dirt had covered each and every crook of the hut. It belonged to no one which seemed preferable for us.
Pushing the sleeves on my arms, I sat on the pine tree stump. Cora's defiant eyes shifted to the small pig tailed blonde girl with ribbons in her hair. She was still so unsure of little Holly.
"How will she live with us? She's 11."
Holly's lower lip trembled. "I-I'm 12."
"Same fucking thing, dumbass," Cora snapped, her mood rising to the top most tier. She had her fists clenched. With a harsh tug, she pulled off her blue P-cap and out came tumbling raven cornrows with purple extensions in them. A scoff erupted from her mouth as she wrapped her jacket around her waist and knotting it at her midriff. "I have $20," she said. "Stole it from Pa's wallet. He would have probablyspent it on alcohol anyway."
Savannah pursed her lips. "I have 10," she mumbled. "We used to get a weekly allowance of 10 quarters per week."
Cora nodded. "We can buy food from the departmental store down the road and the dumbass here can contribute in helping us make comfortablebeds when we return and maybe try finding some sort of light source for the night outs."
Like a weakling, she nodded. I buried my hands in my lap. I knew now that we would always be on a run. I knew this money would run out soon, it wouldn't last us forever so I knew what I had to do. Before helping me escape the foster home, Anton had given me contact information about a guy who's looking for fresh dealers. He told me he can help those in need. The guy, as per Anton, works near this red zone. The place where I came from.
How will I ever tell Cora that I am not as innocent as her? That I'm not pure. That I never was.
My hand went inside the jacket's inner pocket to take out a spare cigarette. It happened in a flash. Cora's eyes had widened and a gasp escaped her mouth. "Is that a cigarette? You smoke? Are you addicted?" There was still some innocence in her while I had next to none. A void controlled my entire being; it made me numb to all. Pushing my shoulders upwards, I showed indifference.
Anton was also right about another thing. He thought Holly and I were the safest there and maybe, he was right because I saw no future.
