Chelsea found herself back in the alley again, waiting for her father. She was tired of being his lacky and tired of being used. She leaned back against the wall and prayed no one from school, or worse a cop, saw her. She actually had freedom at WHA, and she didn't want to be arested because of her father's mistakes.
A few people glanced down the dark alley when they walked past, but of course no one cared enough to pay attention. They were too worried about their own safety to be worried about someone else's.
She glanced down at her watch, it was 9:50 p.m. "Of course, dad is late." she muttered and looked up toward the darkened sky.