We know the rules. From a young age, we’re told to be aware of our surroundings. Don’t create attention to yourself. Watch what you wearing. Don’t be too loud. Don’t drink too much. Be polite. Bite your tonuge. Hold your tongue. Bite your tongue. Hold your tongue.
“Just one more game, girl. I’ll make this one interesting.”
The gruff voice seemed to echo in her head. Bea opened her eyes with a groan, slowly sitting up. Warm sunlight entered her sight and she closed them quickly. The blanket that covered her shoulders fell to the side of her. She reaching up grabbing her head, the pressure of a headache forming at the front of her skull.