Chapter 41

• Nothing Good Happens in the Back of a Van
• [Rosalynd]
• “Let me go you sonofabitch~!” I scream as I scratch the arm of the man who has grabbed me around the throat, his elbow under my jaw. He smells terrible like he’s been wearing the same clothing for a year after rolling around in stale beer while smoking a joint. His breath on my neck reeks of rotting teeth and gum disease. Gagging, I jerk my head backward and hear a satisfying crunch as the back of my head hits his nose.