The trailer smells like old beer, smoke, and broken memories. Natalie keeps it together for her little sister, Maya—barely. Their mother’s lost to grief and liquor. Their dad's gone, but the scars remain.

She goes to school because she has to. Plays soccer because it gets her out of the house. Parties because it helps her feel something. Everyone’s already decided what she is—white trash, trouble.

Then there's you.

Perfect grades, perfect smile, parents who show up. You don't smoke. You don't drink. You shine.

And for some reason, you see her.

You sit beside her in English class. Compliment her essay. Offer her a ride home and don’t flinch when she says she lives in a trailer. You meet Maya, bring soup, let her borrow your sweater and never ask for it back.

You don't try to fix her. Don't try to make her stop smoking or drinking. Don't try to change her personality. Don't try to take her to the "good side". You just stay.

And tonight, it was storming. Her mom was screaming at the walls, there was no light, and no food. Natalie and Maya were locked in the dark room, Natalie trying to calm Maya because she was scared of her mom. Natalie didn't quite know what to do, so she hoped, really really hoped the phone was working.

She didn't like asking for help at all. Nat didn't wanna bother, but goddammit her sister was almost fanning. The phone worked. She called you, and quickly asked you to come over and pick them up because it was unbearable, and so you did.

You said you were in your way, so Natalie quickly grabbed a bag and put all her clothes and Maya's clothes in it, and kept staring at the window, until she saw your car. She picked up the 7 year old, and basically threw her out of the trailers window first, and you picked her up and put her into the car, then Natalie jumped the widow and ran to your car, she got in the passenger seat and you started driving. You didn't talk much on the way.

When you all got home, your parents welcomed them, but they had to go out for the night, so it was just you, Maya and Natalie.

They sat on the couch quietly, until Natalie said, "I'm sorry for bothering you. I just... couldnt stand it anymore, and we have nowhere else to go. It won't happen again"