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RUINED<br />
“I don’t have any pot.” As soon as I said the prim words, I regretted<br />
them.<br />
His tone was suspicious. “You sayin’ you never smoked pot in<br />
your life?”<br />
“That’s not what I said.”<br />
He wasn’t listening. “I go out there and axe your friends, do she<br />
smoke pot? What they gonna say?”<br />
“I said I don’t have any pot.”<br />
“Booze then. Liquor.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re might be a beer in the fridge,” I said, knowing there<br />
wasn’t.<br />
From upstairs I heard a thumping noise. <strong>The</strong> other one is up there.<br />
With the other gun. Suddenly the utter futility <strong>of</strong> the situation hit<br />
me. <strong>The</strong>re was no way we could escape alive—not all <strong>of</strong> us, not alive.<br />
He jerked me to my feet and shoved me back into the dining<br />
room. <strong>The</strong> other intruder was returning, and I could see that he had<br />
Karen. He was pushing her from behind with his gun.<br />
In his rough voice, he yelled, “Why you got her up?”<br />
He’s the one in charge. <strong>The</strong> leader.<br />
“She ain’t got nothin’.” <strong>The</strong> one who was holding me spit out<br />
the words in disgust. “No money. No pot.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> leader shoved Karen onto the floor at the other end <strong>of</strong> the<br />
room. <strong>The</strong> other one pushed me down with a similar show <strong>of</strong> force.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n he kicked me, for good measure. My skin goose-fleshed. I<br />
wondered what else he might do to please the one in charge. I buried<br />
my face in the comfort <strong>of</strong> the clean carpet.<br />
“Get up.” It was that rough, low voice again. This time I thought<br />
it was Marty who moved.<br />
Oh God, not Marty.<br />
w<br />
Marty and I had a complicated relationship. We met in fifth grade<br />
when my family moved from Illinois to New Jersey for my father’s<br />
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