"W-where are we going Ange?" I stuttered, hugging myself.

"You need to talk to the one person you don't hate so fucking much." She replied in a strained voice.

She lead me down the street and to the door of someone I knew. Aaron Burr. My best friend.

She rings the door bell and waits. He's foster mother, Martha Washington opens the door and rubs her eyes.

"He'll be right down." She says, seeing the tears on our faces.

About three minutes latter, Aaron shows up with messy hair and pajamas.

"A-a-ron." I choke.

"Why it's the middle of the night." he says, Ange walks up and whispers something in his ear. He looks shocked, them horrified, then devastated. He runs up to me and hugs me tightly. I cry on to his shoulder. After a while Ange breaks us apart.

"Can we stay here Aaron? Our mom is high and drunk and I don't even know, and our dad is well-not here right now. Probally at another married womans house."

"Of course. Lets go up to my room, I have extra blankets and pillows." He says, leading us up.

In his room I am placed on his bed squished inbetween him and Ange. I curse to myself. There's no way I can escape without them noticing.

I feel Aaron rap his arms around me and hold me tightly to him. I try to resist, but I fail and fall asleep.

I didn't know it at the time, but while I slept, Ange read my letter to Aaron and told him what happened. I didn't know that he burst into tears and held me closer to him. Or that he kissed the top of my head and whispered that he was going to do everything he could to help me.