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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+
Classificações insuficientes
165 Chs

Chapter 39

When Matt was done he rang the doorbell, Jon-Allen by his side.

“We’re finished, ma’am,” they chorused.

“Thank you. Good job!” A five dollar bill was pressed into both of their outstretched right hands. They walked to the end of the driveway and Jon-Allen thrust his money at Matt.

“I told you to keep your share,” Matt said as he pushed the mower ahead of him on the sidewalk.

“Okay. But you’re the one who’s going to be living on the streets soon.”

“We’re not going to live on the streets. We’re going to live in the woods. I bet we’ll find a place where no one will ever look for us and build a house.”

“You’re still not going to be able to get food without money.” Jon-Allen untied his shirt from around his head and wiped his face. “We can mow more yards after lunch.”