Okay, because I'm bored...and I need a reason to get working on this...sneak peek at chapter 4...
“No Name!”
Mimi continued to ignore him. She changed positions again, trying to ease the pain in her stomach. It had been long enough that she was now sure she was not pregnant, but she was still sick more often than not. How that the weather was bad, it was even harder to get food, too.
Jaws kicked at her, the toe of his combat boot hitting the small of her back. Mimi rolled back toward him and batted at his foot with one hand.
“F*CK off,” she muttered, still not moving any more than she had to.
Jaws grabbed her shoulders and shook her roughly. He wasn’t kidding anymore. Mimi squirmed away, jolted awake by the flood of adrenaline that came with his touch.
“Get up,” he insisted. “Your ****in’ boyfriend’s gone.”
Mimi sat up at last and glared at him, not willing to let him gain any ground.
“He ain’t my ****in’ boyfriend,” she shot back. “I ain’t never ****ed him yet.”
Jaws narrowed his eyes at her. He was angry.
“You gone ****ed every other asshole in the neighborhood.”
Mimi bit back a sharp retort and tried to convince herself that the pain in the back of her throat was from the cold. It was true. She’d escaped her father only to find herself with a multitude of other men, some of whom were much, much worse. But it was the only way she could make money, and food was essential. As it was, she could hardly stand the thought of it.
“It’s a living,” she shot back angrily.
"A little humility wouldn't hurt."
--Ellie, Constantine-Hellblazer, "Dangerous Habits"