“Okay.” I stared daggers into her eyes.

“What?” she avoided my eyes.

“What’s up with you and him.” it came out as more of a statement than a question.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs. She explained everything in almost the same way Warren did, except she sobbed before she could get the first word out. I nodded my head the entire time, with a lot of “Mhm’s”.

When she ended, she looked me in the eye for the first time for the entire time she had been at my house. I couldn’t help smiling, and instantly she got it.

“He already told you!” she half grinned, half cried.

“Mhm.” I gave her a hug. “Now you see why you’ve got to stop with the drugs?”

“Yeah. Totally.” I could tell she meant it, she was shaking.

“And now that that’s out of the way, there’s one more step..”

“I’ll apologize to him tomorrow.”

“Well good. But I’m talking about going to the police about your parents.”

Fear englufed her and she began crying again, but she knew I’d make her do it.