Lacy had never done anything like this before. She ran away from her abusive stepfather and her alcoholic mother, leaving behind her old life to go to New York, a place she had always dreamt about living in.
Her first night had been a nightmare. She had rented a room in a run down motel, until she could find an affordable apartment, and someone had broken in and stole all her money. Broke and scared, she went to the police, but they didn’t have time to look for her money, so she was forced to leave. She grabbed the only bag the thieves left behind, put the last of her clothes in it, which were just a few suggestive skirts, some crop tops and flimsy underwear, and she started walking out of the city. How many hours she had walked before falling asleep under a bush, she didn’t know, but sh
