Anger, pulsing red hot anger. She felt her blood pounding in her ears. Anger, betrayal. And even then why was it that all she wanted even now was to just be in Belle's arms?<br/><br/>Taz walked for hours, not sure where she was, not caring either.<br/><br/>She felt dirty. Manipulated, spied on, soiled.<br/><br/>She walked on, not realizing she had tears streaming down her face.<br/><br/>Friends didn't do that. Friends trusted each other.<br/><br/>Did she have a good laugh seeing her pee in the grass, or he? whoever it was who spied on her. Did they have a good laugh watching her dive dumpsters behind grocery stores?<br/><br/>She didn't need pity, didn't want it.<br/><br/>It was very late evening when Taz found herself in the rail yard ducking under the cars until she found an empty one into which she climbed. It didn't look like they were likely to move, and in truth, she didn't care overly much at any rate. Old burlap sacks in a corner made for a suitable nest and the girl was asleep before she knew it even though the car smelled of old piss, and some other stuff she couldn't discern. Not that it mattered. Taz passed out without even moving once.<br/><br/>Large rough hands reached for the sleeping girl and grabbed her upper arm. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," said the large man, his hands circling her arm, his black fingernails digging into her skin. Taz screamed, still not quite awake, she hadn't slept this deeply in a long time. She lashed out with her feet and connected with another man in the dark unlit train car. "goddammit, fuck that hurt," said another voice and Taz began to scream. "Help, No! Let me go, let me go, let me go, heeeeeeelp," she kicked, screeched and scratched. She was terrified, and like any terrified animal did everything to defend herself. All she heard was male voices and 'hold still' and 'hold her down' and 'godamn little bitch bit me". Finally a knee went into her back and Taz was reduced to "please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, no no nononononon," choking on her tears and sobs, her face smashed against the wooden floor boards of the train car. It seemed like this all took forever, and she felt zipties around her wrists and she was hauled up. Why hadn't they raped her yet? she wondered  and why were they moving her? She was hauled out into the early morning light of an overcast, drizzly day and finally saw her attackers. One was a railway employee, he was a huge brute of a man, the other was a cop. A cop? She looked at him with surprise and said "Why the fuck didn't you say you were the police?"<br/><br/>"I did."<br/><br/>"No you didn't!" she snapped back, angry now. The cop was a tall, young man with ginger hair, a pronounced adam's apple, and a receding chin. He looked every bit the rookie he was. Taz groaned inwardly. She hated rookies more than the old and more experienced beatcops who rarely bothered with the likes of her. She watched the rail worker bring out her backpack. "that's her stuff." he said and threw it at her feet before jumping out of the car. That man looked as tall as the cop and twice as wide. He rubbed his arm and glowered at her. "That little bitch bit me," he rumbled and then to the cop, "OK, if you got it, I got shit to do, man."  He left without waiting to hear the cop answer. After all, he didn't get paid to babysit cops and kids.<br/><br/>"I did identify myself when we entered the car." said the cop to Taz, after he called in with dispatch and told them he was bringing her in.<br/><br/>"I was fucking asleep!" she hiccupped, unable to wipe the tears of her face with her hands tied behind her back. She kicked angrily at the gravel, sending a few rocks flying.<br/><br/>"You are getting booked for trespassing, resisting arrest, and assaulting a police officer." said the cop in a smug voice, looking rather pleased with himself.<br/><br/>Tez felt her jaw drop, "are you kidding me? I wake up to being manhandled in the pitch dark, thinking there were men trying to rape me, yeah, I defended myself."<br/><br/>The cop grabbed her bag with one hand and her upper arm with the other and said to her "tell it to the judge. Now we're going to the station and we're gonna see what else is on your rap sheet."<br/><br/>Taz did her level best not to fall as she tried to keep up with the tall man who dragged her along as his long legs ate up the distance over gravel and sickly looking weeds.<br/><br/>'Fat lotta good that'll do ya,' she thought. 'I have no record, my juvenile stuff is sealed.'