My Family Took My Car And Demanded Five Thousand Eight Hundred Dollars

I lay on my childhood bed and looked at the glow-in-the-dark stars I had stuck to the ceiling at age twelve and understood, with a clarity that had been a long time coming, that the word for what I had been living inside was not family. The word was abuse.

Part Four: The Plan

I stayed with Amy that first night and slept in a way I had not slept in years,continue reading …