hoked out, already h
dropping the spatula. He looked genuinely
It looked like it had seen better days. I turned on the car, the engine purring to life as I zoomed off. My mind wa
ll of stale coffee and f
the front desk. "I w
ce matching the one on the phone. "Ms
s older but apparently needed saving than I did. I hated how reckless he was. His
s supposed to be grateful-just kept dragging us down. Standing there, bruise on my head, lies in my pocket – how much more? Didn't want to know what he did -another bar fight, so
so she wouldn't have to. "How much is the bail?" I
age. "Five hundred dollars. Cash. Since he's a repeat
elt more like a sob. To the Graves, five hundred
s 2 weeks of groceries. It was everything. I leaned against the wall, head throbbing. 300 nai
ed it put expecting Zion to be blowi
d around the station like he was standing right there, watching me drown. He knew. Of course he knew. He'd figured it out. I st
of the waiting room. I'd sell my old guitar, or maybe pick up extra shi
hed for Xailia's number. She didn't have much, but m
in a really tight spot and- Before I could hit send, Phone vibrated hard.
oney. That was rent, groceries, and a whole year of community co
turning over. He hadn't even waited for me to a
edom expression. I had the money. I could get Kiesel ou
I still hadn't answered-I realized the price of th
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