No Place Left to Hide

by Megan Lally

“Dude, your dad is a dick,” Jena mumbles, pulling me toward the Subaru. I unlock the car. “He’s not a dick. He’s driven.” “Yeah, a driven bag of dicks.”

I’ve been working toward this for years, and now here we are. It’s like jumping off a treadmill at top speed and not knowing how to walk on still ground anymore.”

You don’t play with the snake that bit you, Brooke. You suck out the venom and run.”