Teen Pregnancy

POV: Sienna Adler.

The dusty, dimly lit pawnshop smelled of stale sweat and desperation. Dust motes danced in the sparse, grey shafts of morning light that managed to break through the grimy front window. I stood shivering before the scratched glass counter, clutching my arms to ward off the lingering chill in my bones. My bare feet throbbed, cut and bruised from miles of wandering the unforgivin