When Ivar had dropped Dharvey off at her home, she actually left when she was assured that the car wasn't around. She went to the convenience store to buy some alcohol and a pack of cigarettes and stayed behind their house to drink and smoke by herself.
'Why did I have to go home to this fucking home," Dharvey thought to herself as she blew the smoke, her back leaning on their house's wall as she sat on the ground. 'Living here is like hell. Why do I need to put up with her?'
Her free hand balled into a tight fist, her eyebrows furrowing.
She knew all too well why she couldn't leave her mother alone. Despite her being mean to her—physically and verbally abusing her, she felt guilty leaving her behind. Her mother is weak... too weak, that if she left her, she would feel like she had neglected her even though her mother was set on neglecting her own daughter.
