Once the bus stopped in a city called Hanna, Wyoming. I had found out that the
women's name was Ella which only happened with many complications in communication, 
on both of our parts. Looking out the glaring window I vaguely saw the wildlife beyond. There
weren’t many buildings, only a small town with little shops and what seemed to be a small 
movie theater. Ella grabbed the small bag that I owned and walked off the bus with me 
where she met a middle aged man and talked to him in words that I did not understand, but
by the look on their faces they seemed to be arguing about something... me?

"Hunny, you don't understand, she doesn't have a home and doesn't understand a word
that you say to her. She needs help, our help, and being an emotional therapist I-" The man
held his hand up with an angered look on his face which signaled Ella to stop speaking.
"Jeremy..." Is that what they called the man? Like how I called the women I had just
met Ella? The man sighed and just shook his head at what she had said to him.

"I won’t be a part of your charity case again, remember what happened to the last 
girl you tried to help? You were emotionally scarred for months! You couldn't even
get out of bed, don't even mention going to work during that period of time." Jeremy,
what I interpreted the man’s name to be was now raising his voice and I could comprehend
enough that my arrival in this town had frustrated him. "And what about the kids, do
you want them to see you like that again?" 

All Ella could do was shake her head for a moment before answering Jeremy. "I
know what that was like before, but I'm stronger now and I intend to look after this
girl whether you're a part of this or not." Shoving past him Ella took my hand in hers
and brought me to her car. I wished I could help her, say something to comfort her
as she leaned her head down in one hand rubbing her temple with her thumb. All
I could do to show my sympathy was reach a hand out and touch her shoulder.