a place

She called me crying, and told me to come. So while I was on my way to her house, I saw her sitting on top of her car which was pulled on the side of the street, in her neighborhood. I pulled over, and asked her what was wrong. When I got out of my car, she was terrified. The first thing she said was, “I need some help, I dont want to do this anymore. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to get better.” I knew what she did, and asked “Where? and when?” She lifted her shirt and showed me her scar on her stomach, and it was from 5 nights ago. That wasn’t the worse part, her dad saw it last night, and kicked her out of the house. I knew I had to do something, to help her. I called up some friends, and we met up. We all went on a road trip and just went south. I dont know where we ended up, but we slept in her car. Today, we came back to my house and she said, “I’ll be heading out, thanks for last night.” I replied, “Where you going? Where you going to stay?”
“I dont know, and probably my car again. I can’t afford a place to stay at, and I’m not staying with anyone. I wont be able to pay them back for rent or anything. I don’t want to take advantage of anyone, becausae they would be doing all the payment. I literally don’t have enough for any of the expenses. Watever happens, happens.” So I told her that she can stay with me, and not worry about the payment. I just want her to have a safe place to stay, and not hurt herself again. That’s all I care about.