Frankie closed her eyes. “I don’t want you to get hurt…why wouldnt he hurt you?” She asked softly. It confused her how Arlene was so…calm about Vince, everyone else seemed afraid. She took a deep breath and shook her head. “I can’t. I can’t,” she repeated. “Don’t you see? I trapped myself….I can’t go home, my dad would never accept me now anyways, I can’t,” she shook her head.
“He just – he doesn’t scare me because there are so many other things in the world that are worth being scared of. Some failed high school student who just happens to know how to handle a firearm doesn’t amount to much in my book.” In reality, Arlene was not as fearless as she was making herself sound. She was just as afraid of Vince as everyone was, but she didn’t want to let it show. Frankie would have even less faith in her ability to help if she did. “Yes, he would! Before you left, you were his favorite, so I’m sure that if you just apologized, he would take you back. Frankie, all hope is not lost, I promise you that.”