#Chapter74
/"What do you really want? Be honest … I might actually give it to you if you are./" I test him. He has the grace to look uncomfortable at least, and shiftily looks away. I can smell booze at this distance and it’s the first time I notice the yellow stained whites in his eyes. Maybe he’s a drunk. Maybe it’s drugs. I don’t care!
/"I could do with a little help out … Get back on my feet, you know?/" he answers sheepishly, barely able to look at me.
/"You mean money?/" I grit my teeth so hard it hurts my jaw. His face flushes and he nods.
/"What is my middle name?/" I snap suddenly. My frayed emotions kicking in and teen Emma sliding out impulsively.
/"Ummm./" He moves back, blinking hard.
/"What is my birth date?/" I yell, this time loudly, voice shaking. He gulps and tries to look anywhere except me.
