Chapter 14.
Francheska didn't know where she was; her mind wasn't functioning. She hadn't eaten for weeks and her cloths were falling
off when she wasn't holding onto them. She ached from awkward sleeping positions and she had cuts and bruises from falling
over when her legs couldn't support her. All she remembered were the two faces of the women who had told her to get out
of their lives. She couldn't remember their voices to which she was grateful.
She kept close to a river acting like any other teenage runaway sleeping rough. She stole scraps of food from dustbins
outside restaurants, and kept away from men asking her to do them a favor, she wanted at least to keep her dignity if nothing
else.
After getting chased from a regular restaurant, she waked back to the river; she saw a group of drunken teenagers walking
past her. One of them tripped just as they passed her and turned on her.
'Wa' do a for?'
'I didn't do anything.'
He seemed to register her voice, as it was so cracked and husky as she hadn't used it in so long. He soon retaliated.
'You 'id, you rip- (hick)-ipped me up.'
She gathered what he meant and kept silent. Her spell with the Death Eaters would forever leave a mark on her. This time
her silence angered them. They were soon upon her hitting, kicking, biting and spitting on every part of her that could reach.
Even in their drunken state they soon realized she was moving and bolted from the scene.