Cookie
In the end, there was only one person I could think of outside the club that I knew I could trust with helping Sierra. And after a phone call to ask for help, I had a plan. I didn't even have to finish explaining her story before I was ordered to bring her over. So, it wasn't at all surprising as I pulled my bike up into the driveway that she stood out on the porch waiting for us, albeit only waiting long enough for me to walk back to Sierra's car and open the door for her before my mother headed down the stairs. She didn't even wait to be entirely off the porch before she started in.
"Cookie, you bring her on over here. And take her things on in. She will be in your old room."
Even though she asked me to bring Sierra to her, my mother reached us just as Sierra stood up out of t
