Charity didn't get to talk to Luke or Joan the rest of the day and she walked home by herself that afternoon.
Nadia was slumped down on the couch. She threw an empty beer bottle across the room. Charity jumped as it shattered.
"Why do you steal from me?" Nadia asked.
"What?" Charity asked, stepping back.
"You smoked the rest of my cigarettes, drank the rest of my beer, and you took $20 out of my purse."
"One, I'm not a smoker, as a matter of fact I've been hoping that you'd give it up. Two, I don't drink because like smoking I'd hoped you give it up, too. And three, I am the only one who has money in this family." Charity had taken a job in the last place they lived and she had stashed her money away until she found a new job.
"Don't take that tone with me!" Nadia snapped.
"I'll talk to you however I want! I hate you!"
Nadia looked at her and then jumped up from the couch and slapped her across the face slamming her into a wall. Charity slid down the wall and crawled over to a chair and pulled herself up. Nadia went after her and Charity stood up and back up into the kitchen.
"Get back here!" Nadia said.
Charity shook her head and opened the back door and jumped out and took off running. She felt blood in her mouth, possibly from where her head had collided with the wall. She took off at a run. The closest place she could think of was Adam Rove's house.