Dani was sitting on the foot of the bed, looking at nowhere. Just thinking and trying to assimilate what just had happened. Her sister and she had talked over the phone for five minutes, just enough to discuss the problem and Dani didn't know what to do. They both knew that it could only end badly and Hannah was only sixteen. That wasn't fair. What killed her was thinking that maybe if she had stayed a little longer, all that wouldn't have happened. Maybe she could've avoid it. The girl shook her head, she wished she could switch places with her sister.
She just wished she could spare her some of the pain, she was obviously very troubled and scared. She just wanted to be there but if she went back, their parents would sent her right back to New York without even consider her feelings. Dani didn't understand how could they treat their kids like that, she knew they loved them, but lately, their love didn't seem strong enough. For Dani, well, she hadn't felt love by them since they found her in that basement years ago.
The girl felt something warm running down her cheek and realized she was crying. She wiped it quickly, not wanting to cry because she didn't like doing it. She had grown up with the idea that crying is signal of weakness. She didn't want to be weak. Dani looked at the door and realized she should've closed it. She didn't want Elliott to look at her like that.
