Trace wasn't going to say anything about his father around a place like this. To be honest he didn't want to go back to that house. It was a small place with a small kitchen living room and two bed rooms. Most times Trace had fo go in and out of the bedroom window, just so he could get out of the house freely. The trick was getting back in.

"M-mrs. Hendricks" Trace said pulling out a piece of paper. "S-second floor, up the steps to the right" He added looking out in the hallway. He figured she knew the building more than he did, but he said it anyway. If he had someone to help him out, things would get easier for him. If there was one thing he would want, that would be standing up to his father. He figured that one day he would leave before he tried yelling back at him. "T-thanks again.." Trace whispered to her.