Keep going. That is what she kept telling herself. Just keep going. There is no such thing as too far. Ella had had enough of her mothers' beatings, enough of her yelling and screaming. Now the question was, where to go. She had no other family to go to. A car pulled up next to her. "Hey babe," the man said, "What's you're charge?" He thought she was a hooker. "I'm not a damn hooker." The car drove off. Again she was alone. She winced as she put too much weight on her ankle. Ella knew she should go to the hospital, but she wouldn't. She didn't want to. She would have to tell them where her mother was and they would call her. It would be the same 'oh god thank you' act and no one would believe me. I'm a runaway. "Ella?" she heard someone call behind her. Turning around she saw it was Mac. 'He's gunna wonder what happened.' She thought. He came up next to her. "It was your mother wasn't it." She couldn't bring herself to look at him. She clenched her eyes as the tears started to fall. He tilted her head up, "Wasn't it?" All she could do was nod as more tears fell. "Come on." He said. He knew she wasn't one for childcare, and she didn't want to move out of New York but she made enough money at the lab to get an apartment. "You can stay in my spare room until you find an apartment." "I couldn't." she shot back. "Well, you're not doing much with your ankle like that." She smiled in spite of herself, it was like Mac knew everything. "Come on." He urged again. This time she just nodded and let him help her.