"but its ok! He was drunk! He didn't mean it! He's not like this usually!" Aria says, the bruises on her face still less than a day old, some of the blood by her mouth is still fresh.

Steve stands up and walks over. He puts a hand on my shoulder and I moove out of the way. He kneels where I was and I can tell he's asking questions, but I'm still processing what I heard.

Her dad, her own family, did this, and its my fault. If I hadn't asked her to be my intern she wouldn't have been late home.

I must have zoned out for a while because when I snapped back to reality, aria wasn't there. She had gone to her office to do work, that I'm supposed to do.

I walk to her office and before I even open the door I hear crying. I go into my office, across the hall, and write a small note. 'you can always talk to me.'

I slide the note under the door and walk away. I walk back to the living room and begin to look up child abuse laws. She had to figure out what law he broke before she could charge him.

Before I know it, aria walks into the living room. "bye ms.romanoff. sorry about concerning you, I'm ok." She says. I know she's lying but I know she's had a rough day, so I act like I don't.

After she leaves, I sit on the couch. Steve sits on the couch next to me. "hey, nat, its ok." He says.

"but what can I do? The only foster home in new york city ot for boys only. But I have go get her out of that house."