Weasel-Face lit up like New Years Eve. He raised his hand, ready to backhand me senseless.

“Hey Bo?” I said. “I hope that’s not your jerking hand, because if you touch me again, you’re not getting it back.”

Bo paused, looked at his Mama, and then back at me with a cruel smirk, his hand arcing toward me in a blur.

This was going to hurt.

“…sent ya’, prom queen?” I heard Mama ask once my ears stopped ringing .

“Girl Scouts of America. Want to buy some cookies?”

Mama rolled her eyes. “Ain’t got time for this. Ike, Bug, lets go. We gotta’ go see a man about a horse.”

“What about me?” Bo asked, staring at me like a hungry dog.

“Cut on her ’til she talks,” Mama snarled, as she, Ike and Bug left the barn. Bo started smiling like it was his birthday and I was what he had always wanted.

Cons: I was tied to a chair, locked in a meth dealers barn at 2am with a knife-toting woman-hating psycho.

Pros: I finally slipped the ropes. And I know Krav Maga.

“Hey Bo?”

“What?” he grunted.

“Game on,” I said, smiling.