A Mother's Fight For Her Daughter

he defiled apartment. There was a knock on the door. Sarah looked through the p

oor just a crack.

, her voice thick with tears. "Can I

se, Emily came up behin

Ashley stumbled in and immediately

mom, she's crazy. And my brother is an idiot. Please, you have to forgive me. We'll be homeless! My

and the sight of her supposed best friend kneeling and b

e was like a whip crack. "Get off

, looking at Sarah with a mi

id, her eyes boring into Ashley. "You're s

ey cried. "I love Emily

d have stood up for Emily when her brother was being a creep. A real friend would have told her own mother to shut her mouth when she was insulting the one per

gone on in a dark room. She was seeing every little compromise, every

fficult," Ashley stammer

oblems into my daughter's life, into her home. You let them vio

y weren't tears of fear, but of dawning realization and betrayal.

firm. "I thought you were my friend. But you just u

erformance fell away, and for a second, a look of pure, cold anger flash

tears suddenly gone. "Be

nd your family stole or broke. I want the replacement value next to each item. And I want a written apology from your brother, admitting to what he did. You

let her son sign such

You're crazy. He'

judge," Sarah said, turning her

ng. Then she turned and stormed out of

a call from an unknown n

Karen's voice was a low growl. "Forcin

do it?" S

nd then Ashley's voice, full of resentment. "I have

eal is off,

sign it. The little idiot wi

. "You're signing this, you hear me? You're not getting

the station tomorrow," she said, her voice drip

forced. But it wasn't about the words. It was about the paper. It