Not only physical, but mental as well. As I grew and went to school, there were many episodes of behavioral problems. I was growing at a slower rate a...d was quite small for my age. This made me an easy target for bullies. A person can take just so much of it before they snap. One day, my anger got the best of me and I pushed a boy down. He fell and hit his head causing a serious injury to him. The whole thing was blown way out of proportion. As a result, I was sent to a psychiatrist. This is. .. did you... do anything?"“While you were unconscious? Well, I undressed you and I saw you naked – lovely figure, by the way – but no, nothing indecent. My name’s John. Yours?”“Crystal. Crystal Stoller. Listen, my family is very rich and influential. If you let me go-”“If I let you go running back to your family, they’d just tie you up and send you back to me again. I can drop you off at the police station if you’d like.”“Why- wait, why would they do that?”“Well, your father was kind of. Sure I have a nice car, and I happen to have done pretty well in the Corps, but aside from that? Nadda. No house, no wife, no kids, no side hustle, no backup plan.I sit up groggily in the shitty cot my step-dad set up for me in the garage, smirking as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, thank god we live in Miami, eh?My few meagre belongings were tucked under a military-esque pop up cot, squared away in my patrol bag, a few more in the trunk of my 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 302. Even in the dim light. When they got to the pawn shop, Amy used her ATM card to get the money for the pendant. Wendy had pawned it for $ 2,000. That almost cleaned out Amy’s checking account. Amy felt disgust at handing $ 2,000 cash to the creep in the pawn shop. Amy took the pendant. It was deep green, elaborately carved, truly a piece of art. It hung on an antique gold chain. Wendy obviously was expecting that Amy would hand it to her. Amy gave Wendy a hostile look, wrapped the pendent in a paper towel, and put it.