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No Turning Back

The punishment for a seventh-grade dropout runaway is probably pretty harsh, but Ash Barker doesn't care. She can’t waste time or emotions on anyone but her brother, Matt. They were placed in separate foster homes, so Ash runs away to find him. If she fails, she’s headed back to juvenile detention.<br><br>Everything is going right on schedule until two kids, Dayna and Kevin, barge into her hideout -- which just happens to be in their house. She ditches the pair fast, but can’t stop thinking about those bruised, skinny kids.<br><br>Dayna and Kevin live with abusive parents who force them to stay in their room most of the time. If they go to the authorities for help, they’ll be split up, too. Ash knows how that feels, and she goes back to help, taking the two with her. With any luck, they’ll all help each other along the way.<br><br>Meanwhile, as Matt waits for Ash, he can’t resist telling his foster brother and best friend, Jon-Allen, about the plans. They stash food, earn money, and keep watch for the night Ash appears at their bedroom window.<br><br>Ash is so happy to be reunited with Matt and to discover she’s falling in love with Dayna that, at first, she doesn’t worry about what they’ll do next. But life on the road begins to take its toll -- they have to resort to shoplifting and scavenging to survive. Ash feels a growing sense of guilt at the disaster she’s made of everyone’s lives. Can she somehow keep her newfound “family” together despite hunger and sickness? Or will she be able to find the strength to reach out for help?

Kim Flowers · LGBT+
Not enough ratings
165 Chs

Chapter 14

“We have to be at work in an hour,” Jean said.

“One drink won’t hurt anything. Stop trying to change the subject. You’re cheating on me.”

“No, I’m not. You’re the one changing the subject. You shouldn’t have done that to her.”

“They deserved to be punished.”

“You didn’t want to punish her, you wanted to—”

“Shut up!” Tom yelled. He punched the wall again to keep from punching her. There had only been a few times when he’d gotten carried away and hit Jean, but she always understood he hadn’t meant it.

Jean cringed like she always did, and Tom stood in front of her with his arms outspread.

“You can’t leave,” he said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’d probably kill myself.”

Jean gasped. “No, please don’t.”