I Was A Runaway

I paused, not wanting to repeat what had happened. My wrists were bruised and i had already been beaten. "No. Go on, kid. I wanna know. How exactly did you get here?" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he circled my chair. A tear threatens to fall, but I refused to give him the satisfaction. He stopped in front of me after a few moments of silence, and reached for the knife in his waist band. As he sat down I took a deep breath and continued with my story.