*Harpers POV*

I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, ever since we moved to Arizona the heat has been awful, even at night, I hate it. Once I decided I wasn't gonna fall asleep without a icepack I walked downstairs, quietly sneaking past my dads office where I could hear him and my mom talking, and into the kitchen.

I opened up the fridge and grabbed the chocolate milk carton and poured a glass, sipping at it and sitting on the counter. I have weird habits at night, don't judge me.

I sat quietly in the dark kitchen, drinking my milk and becoming tired when the kitchen lights came on and I choked, my mom raised her eyebrow but clearly had more important things on her mind. "Sit down... not high up on the counter please."

I slipped off of the counter with my milk and walked past her, into the living room and sitting on the couch, I looked up at her as she paced around the room. "Do you remember lynn?" my mom asked, looking at me, I tensed up. Lynn was my dads ex-girlfriends daughter that I'd met once. She had creeped me out. I nodded, my dad and mom had broken up for a while and in that time he met Lynn's mom. I still have no idea what Lynn had to do with any of this but I nodded. "Yes." I mumbled, looking around the room then back at her.

My mom sighed slightly, "Your dad has been charged of abusing her, before I believe he's innocent, did he ever hurt you?" She asked and I immediately shook my head, my dad had never hurt me and never would over his dead body. My mom nodded. "They may come arrest him tonight..." She mumbled and I bit my lip and nodded, she looked at me with sympathy and sadness in her eyes "We're gonna find out a lot of true colors and likely loose some friends... It will probably be on the news.." She mumbled and with that my breath hitched.

So, my dad is being charged of something he didn't do and my friends might ditch me? I bit my lip, trying to keep a sob from escaping my lips but failing as I covered my face and cried, I don't know why this had to happen, it was awful, anger, sadness and other emotions took over me and I just sobbed for a while and looked over at her and tears were rolling down her cheeks. Most of you should know, seeing your mom cry meant things were bad and it also felt awful to see.

My mind couldn't quite wrap itself around this, the cops could come and pound on my door and take my dad away, and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it, the idea made me feel small and defenseless. Out of the two parents I've always had more of a relationship with my dad. There is nothing wrong with my mom and I love her more then anything but I never really had a huge relationship with her, I can tell my dad most things.

I heard my dad come down the stairs and hid my face in my knees, not wanting him to see me cry, he walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me and I started crying again, why did this have to happen? What would we do? Our lives were finally perfect.. my dad had a good job, my mom was happy, I hated Arizona but I was happy, I even made some friends.

After a while I called my uncle, he was the person I was closest to in my family and the one I guessed would understand most. I talked to him for about two hours but then I got tired so I went up to bed, I lay awake for a while, staring at my ceiling and sometime I ended up falling asleep.