No Price On My Broken Ribs
Language: en
“You old piece of trash, you think you can shake me down?!” I was sweeping up litter on the sidewalk when a college girl on an electric scooter swerved and clipped me. I was about to apologize, but before I could get a word out, she grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head down with terrifying force. It felt like my scalp was being torn clean off my skull. My knees slammed into the concrete, the pain so sharp that tears instantly flooded my eyes. “Sweetheart, I'm not trying to shake you down... I'm really not...” “Bullshit!” Before I could even process what was happening, her hand came…