Chelsea thought her family was perfect... She and her parents worked on a small farm. Her father became a gambler and ran his family into debt. That night when her mother found out he had been gambling all their savings and they got into a huge fight. Chelsea went down stairs, "M-Mom? D-Dad? What's going on?" Chelsea was awoken by screaming and a vase being thrown against a wall. "Chelsea dear, go BACK to your room now!" Her mother yelled at her. I debt collector was in their house, "I-I don't understand what's going on!" Chelsea was scared. "CHELSEA, Just go! Run to Mark's house and stay there for a while!" Her mother yelled. Chelsea ran upstairs grabbed her belongings and a picture of her once perfect family, her mother, father and herself, and ran out of the house, running to Mark's house. She franticly knocked on the door, Mark answered the door and his eyes widened. "C-Chelsea what are you doing here so late? What's wrong?" Mark looked over Chelsea, she did look like a wreck, with a bed head. "I-I need a place to stay for a while, C-Could I stay here for a bit Mark? My parents are fighting and there's a debt collector in the house... I-I'm scared what might happen!" Chelsea finally broke down into tears, her perfect family, slowly falling apart. "C-Chels... Sure you can stay..." Mark kneeled down and let Chelsea cry into his shoulder making his shirt wet; he helped her up and led her into his house grabbing her belongings on his way in as well. He sat Chelsea down on the couch. "Hey Chels? How... How bad... is it?" Mark had to ask, he's heard stories of family's having to give their child or children to relieve them from their debt, and he thought it was horrible... He definitely didn't want his childhood friend to be sold on the black market or worse... Chelsea looked up with a terrified look on her face as if she knew what he was thinking about; Mark quickly regretted asking such a question. There was a awkward silence that filled the air before Chelsea finally opened her mouth, "Bad enough my mother screamed at me to get out of the house..." Chelsea looked down as if she wanted to cry again. Mark softly quieted her and comforted her before she fell asleep in his arms, once so he carried her to his room and set her down on his bed covering her with a blanket, for a moment he looked down on Chelsea, watching her sleep peacefully. Mark smiled and gently swept a strand of hair away from her face, 'man she looks beautiful, when she looks so peaceful, I hope nothing bad like this ever happens again...' too much of his dismay her father kicked down the door and grabbed his daughter by the hair, she yelped in pain, becoming forcefully awake, "Let's get you into the fucking truck so I don't have to deal with these debt collectors and shit." Chelsea knew better than to talk back so she just took it while quietly sobbing. Mark stood there shocked and horrified, unable to make himself move, 'D-Damn it feet move!' He tried to say something but his voice got stuck in his throat, how it made him feel so pathetic and useless. Chelsea looked up at her dad, blood shot eyes, obviously intoxicated, he dragged her out to a black van and threw her inside, then the van door closed and the debt collector drove off with Chelsea. Mark stood there helplessly, quietly letting out soft sobs as a stream of tears fell down his face.
