---- ahead, and I bumped my head against the back of the front seat. My wound-now with scabs- threatened to rip open again. Lawrence took a glance at me. ''What's with your forehead?" I covered my forehead and said nothing. All I did was shake my head. He didn't press further. Lawrence got out of the car and left me to my devices as he strode into the Marlins' estate. I got into the house and wanted to get upstairs and jump into the shower. When I was undressing myself, I took off the tattered glove, revealing my left hand. There were no wounds, but my pinky was bent at an unnatural angle. I did it to myself. I broke it, and my tormentors laughed in glee before they would give me some scraps. ---- This was also a reminder of my experience. This was something I would carry with me all my life to remind me I must stay vigilant. Always. I took a shower, changed into clean clothes, put on my glove, and went back downstairs. It was time for dinner. My mother couldn't believe I was back. She waved at me and grumbled, " Where have you been? You couldn't even call us?" I thought this was a little unfair to me. Just when I was about to talk to my mother, someone interrupted us. "How do I look, Mom?" Yvette came fluttering down like some kind of fairy. She was in a dress I'd never seen before.