I wanted more then anything to help this girl. I hated that she was abused and wanted nothing more then to beat the shit out of her father for daring to hurt a defenseless woman, but there was nothing I could do since she had asked me not to. The only thing I could think to do was give her my number and offer her a place to stay. I was sure that my mom wouldn't mind since she trusted him so well.<br/><br/>It wasn't until I got home that I realized I hadn't even gotten her name but she had mine and I guess that's all that mattered. I took out my key after jogging up the eight or so flight of stairs to get to my apartment. I opened the door and walked inside and saw that my mom wasn't back yet. So I locked the door and put away the food I had brought home.<br/><br/>My apartment wasn't all that big since as soon as you walked in you were in the kitchen which was part of the livingroom. A small square old wood table was me and my moms kitchen table and had two chairs that were old as well but at least matched. The refirgirator made a clicking noise constantly that I had grown to ignore over the years. The living room was clean at all times since my mom loved to have an absolutly spotless home. That had spawned from a time that we had lived in a disgusting apartment that had cockaroaches in it. She freaked if she ever saw one but they didn't have any in this place. He had made sure that they got a good apartment when he had gotten a job. He baby sitted his land lords kids so they got a little discount on the rent here. There were some pictures on the walls from me being a baby to my senior year at school. I loved the pics with me and my mom the most since I had taken them personaly. They had a hand-me-down tv that their neighbor had given them and he had recently gotten a raie at the camera store on fifth street so he got them cable so that his mom could watch the cooking channels. She loved to cook but they didn't always have the money so that she could indulge herself. There was also one wall unit that had some cheap nick nacks that he had bought for her over the years.<br/><br/>There were two rooms plus a decent sized bathroom; one room for me and one for my mom. My room was always a mess since I was always either paininting, sketching, or looking over the vast amount of pictures i had taken. I got them developed at the collage since it was free to do so and my teacher loved me. It also helped that I was the president of the art club there as well.<br/><br/>I plopped down onto the couch and turned on the tv as I waited for my mom. When she got home she looked tired as usual and I made her a sandwich and listened about her day. Then I made sure she slept since she worked three jobs and needed the rest. I wished she didn't have to work so much but there was nothing more I could do at the moment.<br/><br/>Once mom was fast asleep i took out my digital camera and looked over the pictures I had taken earlier. Some I deleted but others I kept. I came across a picture of the girl in the cemetary. He had captured her sadness perfectly in the shot and wished that he could do anything to make her smile..