“They can’t do this to you.”

“They can, and they have,” she murmured, stuffing another jacket into her bag and cursing when the zipper wouldn’t close. “God damn it, what am I going to do?”

“Come live with me.”

“Your parents wouldn’t be too happy about that, you know that.”

“Maybe even for just a few days, until your parents calm down?”

The sound of Arian hitting the picture frame on her bed side table startled them both, but Arian kept her composure long enough to stare Kendra in the face with the angriest glare she’d seen on her face yet.

“Don’t you get it, Kendra? They don’t give a shit, they’re not gonna calm down, and I’m better off as far away from them as I can be at the moment. And if that means on the other side of town for the time being, then that’s enough for me.”

She whirled around, stuffing more clothes into her bag and holding it shut with one hand while the other wiped at her face. “They’ll be home soon, I need to get out of here.”

“That picture…”

“No, it can stay, there’s no space.”

Kendra picked it up, staring at the photo through the cracked frame. “It’s you and your sister.”

“Exactly, it can stay.”

She grabbed it out of Kendra’s hand and threw it at the bed. It made a cracking sound as it hit the wall above her pillow, and fell lightly onto the neatly made bed, and Kendra almost thought she heard another crack start up in Arian’s voice when she said ‘Come on, let’s get out of here.’