"Why did you go to pick her up?" Sarah's mom's voice thundered, freezing me mid-step as I attempted to exit the room.
"She needed help. I couldn't resist lending a hand," Sarah defended herself.
"Whatever. You shouldn't have gone to rescue her. Do you have any idea what trouble you could be in?" Her mother continued to shout.
"Nothing happened, Mum. I got her out safely," Sarah insisted.
"Shut up! Do you realize how risky that was? And what 'hell' are you talking about? She chose that life herself. She's responsible for it," her mom snapped.
"I know, Mum. But she's realized her mistake," Sarah tried to reason.
"When her own parents aren't supporting her in this time, who are you? Why should you help her? She deserves whatever punishment she gets for what she did to her parents," her
