Luke was the one who answered the door. Joan was lying on the couch watching TV with Kevin eating popcorn.
"Charity?" Luke asked. "Adam?"
Adam and Charity walked in.
Charity told them that she went over to Adam's right after her mom's blow up. Joan sat up and Adam sat down next to her and Charity sat next to him and Luke sat on the arm of the couch.
Kevin switched off the TV. "Are you going to get help for the cuts?" he asked.
Charity rolled her sleeve up and showed him the cuts, burns and bruises. "I said that I would stop once the rest stops," she said.
Kevin reached out and touched it. The door opened and Will walked in.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Charity told him the whole story. "Don't make me go back," she said.
He shook his head. "I won't," he replied. Anger flashed in his eyes. "However, you might need to get some things."
She looked at him. "You're taking me away from her?" she asked, sort of excited and sort of upset.
Will took her out of the room and into the kitchen for privacy. "It's for your own good," he replied.
She nodded. "You're going to call somebody and put me in a foster home, aren't you?" she asked.
"You could stay here," Helen said, from the door. "Finish out the school year? No since changing schools in the middle of the term."
Charity looked from her to Will, who nodded.
Charity smiled.
"I'll drive you to your house and you can get some things that you'll need," he replied.
Charity nodded. She suddenly felt safe, especially with the chief of police.