You know, we could go back and beat him up if it makes you feel better. Set his house on fire. Blow up his car?

[Great minds must think alike, because now violence and fire are her first thoughts when it comes to taking care of something that bothers her. It can't bother her anymore if it's dead or burnt to nothing. In this case maybe both need to happen.]

If you didn't want to because it's your dad, I could go take care of it. You could wait here, and I'd do it for you because I love y-

[She goes quiet as the sound of tires on the road draw her attention to the parking lot. A cop car pulls up to the closest point of the lot and turns on their lights. There's no siren, thankfully, but just seeing the car with the lights is enough to put her on edge.

Two men get out and linger by their car, watching them and talking quietly to one another.]

Is your name Johnnie, boy? Your daddy put in a call to bring you back home. Said you had a girl with you in rough shape that needed some help.

[The flashlight gets turned on then, and it's shone over on Chrissy. Their light is so much brighter than his dad's stupid flashlight that she's left squinting and trying to shift so she's hiding behind Johnnie just to block out the light.]

You okay, honey? It's alright. We're here to help.