Evangeline tensed noticeably and felt herself gritting her teeth in distaste. She didn't like Mikus story. Not one bit.<br/>She wanted to scream at the girl. She wanted to pull her aside and demand something be done. She wanted to know why Miku bothered to stay. She could go to a shelter. She could run off with a friend. She could get out from under that wreck. And yet she just lingered there, taking the abuse in meek and frightened silence.<br/>Evangeline didn't think she could ever be like that.<br/><br/>What bothered her more was how Miku was old enough to walk off and not be dragged back. She was eighteen already. Miku was legally an adult, whereas Eve was still only seventeen and stuck counting the months until her birthday. Miku had a choice. That was the source of Eves anger right there. Miku had a choice and she chose to stay.<br/><br/>For a brief moment Evangelines gaze flickered to Amys. Accusingly, she stared at the therapist. Wordlessly, she demanded 'Why don't you do something about this?' and 'How can you sit there and allow this to happen?!'<br/>Amy was older, in a position of power. Couldn't she do something? Sure, Miku was an adult but not by much! There had to be a way to help her, couldn't there?<br/><br/>After a rather long and awkward silence, Eve asked what no one else was willing to say but obviously thinking,<br/>"Why didn't you call the police on him? If he hurts you, why would you continue to just sit there and take it? If someone wants to walk all over you, you don't lay down and make it easy for them!" Somehow Eve found herself standing up, towering over Miku from an angle alongside her and gesturing with her hands for added effect.<br/>"If either of my parents ever laid a hand on me, I'd likely punch them right back or call the cops. I'm not gonna sit there and let myself be tossed around like a fucking doll!"<br/><br/>"Eve, please. Let's not verbally attack one another. This group is for support. Getting angry at Miku won't help her any. Please, sit back down." Amys soft voice cut in where Eves sharp one left off, a subtle reminder for Eve to curb her temper.<br/><br/>"Sorry, Amy." Eve replied, sitting back down before adding on as a last minute thought, "And Miku. Sorry."<br/><br/>"Why don't we move on?" Amy suggested, trying to steer the conversation towards a different topic.<br/>"Miku, did anything good happen this weekend? Maybe you could tell us more about your hobbies? Or that story of yours? Or perhaps anyone else might like to speak?"