Eris had made up her mind almost immediately after talking things through with her Mom. While she hadn’t given her the details, or even hinted at something this severe going on, the advice had still been sound. No matter what she was afraid of, one of her friends was in danger and it meant she couldn’t just sit on it and let it ride. He could hate her all he wanted for the rest of his life, but at least he’d have the rest of his life.
Knocking on Allan’s door, she was pleasantly surprised when Allan came to the door instead of his father, but she was reminded why she was here when she saw all the bruises still lingering on his face. She couldn’t tell if there were more, but his eyes weren’t as swollen.
“Hey,” he greeted her, almost sheepishly. “Look, I’m- I’m sorry about the other day...”
“Can I come in?” she asked, not really acknowledging the apology and Allan nodded.
“Yeah, Dad’s not home right now.”
It solidified in her the idea that she was doing the right thing, the fact that he felt obligated to tell her that. She stepped inside the trailer for the first time, taking a look around. There wasn’t a living room, just a small kitchenette with an old tv on the counter. A broken down washer and dryer in the hallway led to what she could only imagine was Allan’s father’s room, the door slightly ajar and showing an old lounge chair surrounded by beer bottles and plastic cups. Down the other side of the hall looked to be Allan’s room, his door off the hinges and just a mattress on the ground. She chewed her lip. God, he couldn’t even escape in his own home if he wanted to.
“Uh, so...” Allan said, taking a seat at the counter. “How’d the presentation go?”
She gave him a look, before crawling onto the stool next to him. “Not why I’m here.”