A Mother's Fight For Her Daughter

luorescent lights, everyone looked tired and angry. Detective Jones sat behind a metal desk,

avy with the weariness of a man who had seen too many domestic disputes. "

's a psycho! She broke into the apartment and attacked my boy for no reas

ed to Sarah. "And you

ople were trespassing. They trashed the place. And her son," Sarah's eyes narrowed as she looked at the young man, who was now trying t

d. "Ashley is Emily's best friend! Emi

in and terrorize the person who's helping her,"

s is a civil matter, mostly. A landlord-tenant i

e're not leaving that apartment. We have right

her limit. "Detective," she said, her voice softer now, "I'm not a violent person. I'm a mother. I found out my daughter was being threatened in her o

for a long moment. He had seen real psychos, and he had

g it! She's weak! Probably a drunk, too. Look at her. A terrible mot

d at Sarah and Emily. Sarah didn't engage. She

s charges against her son, Dylan, for harassment. And I want them escorted out of my apa

coffed. "We didn't

an added, crossing his arms with a sne

ll all take a ride back to the apartm

l was worse now. He walked through the small space, his eyes taking in every detail: the cigarette burn on the new carpet where Sarah had knock

but worse was the faint, grimy outline of a body on

Dylan. "You call this

ut, who were grabbing their few belongings a

honey. The

l. She walked through the rooms, her hand trailing over a scratch on the wall, her eyes welling up as she saw

whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't. Ev

to get them out. It wasn't enough to get them to pay for a new carpet. She was going to make them understand t