Charity looked up and saw a car in front of the trailer. "That's my mother's drug dealer," she said. "I'd recognize the car anywhere."
"You're mother does drugs?" Will asked.
"And drinks," she said. "In addition to beating the hell out of me." She looked at him. "Excuse me."
He shrugged. "Let's go in," he replied.
Charity opened the door and with Will behind her they walked into the trailer. "Where the hell have you been?" Nadia asked.
Charity pushed past her and Nadia grabbed her arm. "Mom, I want you to meet my friends' dad, Will Girardi, chief of police," she said.
Nadia looked at her and the dealer jumped up out of his seat on the sofa. Nadia dropped Charity's arm and she ran back to her room. She grabbed her knapsack and started throwing her clothes inside. Next she tossed in her CDs and her notebooks full of music. She picked up her guitar last and put it on her back. She could afford to give up her stereo, she had her CD player in her message bag.
She walked back into the living room and Will had called in some other officers and they were arresting Nadia and her dealer. Will reached out and put his hand on Charity's arm. "Let's get home," he replied.
Charity nodded and then headed out to the car, passing her mother in a police vehicle and stared back. She smiled. "You can't hurt me anymore," she whispered. She walked to the car and put her things in the back and climbed in.