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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+
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165 Chs

Chapter 151

“My mom drank a lot, too,” Jon-Allen said with a nod.

Dayna smiled, although she wasn’t sure why. Having a parent who drank too much was terrible. But it was nice someone else understood. As they set off for the morning, she and Jon-Allen walked together. Kevin ran off to chase squirrels. Ash and Matt were in their own world, as usual.

“Did your mom ever…never mind,” Dayna said.

“Did she what?” Jon-Allen asked.

Dayna looked up at him. Even though he was younger than she was, he was taller. “Did your mom ever do anything bad to you when she was drunk?”

“Mostly I would just find her asleep on the couch or something. She wasn’t mean, but I was only seven when she got put in prison. Your parents beat you up, didn’t they?”

Dayna nodded.

“No wonder you ran away. I’m glad you did,” he said with a smile.

Dayna tripped over a branch. She cursed and looked away.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded, embarrassed.