Chapter 6
As the last morsel of food was being ground out of existence, Anjelo furiously threw the dirty pots and pans into the sink before he finally hurried to his room and slammed the door behind him. He tried, but he couldn’t keep the tears back, and while they slid down his cheeks one after the other, a sudden weakness overcame him and he quickly grabbed something for support. Anything. A table. The back of a chair.
If I stay with you, I’ll kill you…
The familiar words pounded into him over and over again like nails being hammered into his heart. He knew now that like everyone on the street, Lathe had been damaged. He’d spent too much time dealing with gangs, drug dealers, and pimps, and doubted that he would ever know true love. Sure, anyone knows that you can hit the internet and
