She curled up against the seat and looked out the window as the car drove up and shook from the tires rolling on uneven ground. 
"Welcome to crackhead wasteland." Sarah murmured across from her, looking out the window with an aversed grimace. 
Collins didn't respond, too busy watching JJ in the rearview mirrow with timid eyes, while studying his which had a hardness to them. He was so focused, so intent on whatever plan he'd concocted in his mind and wasn't sharing with them. Collins had never been so scared of such determination. 
 He pulled the car into park with a slight lurch once they arrived at their destination. John B stared over at JJ from the passenger side, treading lightly. "What are we doing at Barry's?" He asked, only to recieve no answer.
JJ got out the car, slamming the door behind him and stormed across the yard without a word. 
Pope opened the back door to watch as the blond boy disappeared into the house. Collins didn't move from where she was, no one really did, but from where she sat she still has a good view of the house and its exterior. Once the wires connected in her brain and she understood where she's seen this house before, Collins felt her mouth go dry and her body go rigid. 
Full circle. She's back at this house.
Her mind is suddenly bombarded with memories of her mother dragging her all the way up to the front door, not even caring that she was bruising Collins's wrist with her tight grip, and pounding hard enough on the siding to shake the cheap paint off and get her dealer's attention. Then once she's allowed inside, Collins is sat on the musty smelling couch while her mom begs for drugs and powders her nose with hallucinogenics. All the while, Collins can't hear a single thing except for her heart in her chest because she's watching her mom break sobriety and revert back to the person she hated. 
Her mom's eyes roll into the back of her head and she releases a slow and euphoric sigh before falling into the couch. Her dealer leaves the room to answer a phone call, and Collins can hear him yelling at someone through the thin walls, swears and threats spilling out of his mouth like thread from a spool. And she's terrified, because she doesn't know where she is and the only person she thought could keep her safe isn't even conscious anymore. 
It doesn't matter that JJ's gone inside and Collins knows he wouldn't be searching for drugs. She still doesn't know what he actually is looking for and she can't help but feel scared that he'll come out with bags of powder like it's what he'd wanted all along. Just like her mom did. 
Full circle: the last drug dealer that lived in this house is replaced by a new one. Full circle: Collins trades her mother's erraticism for JJ's. 
She lifted her hand up to cover her mouth while clenching her teeth so hard it's a miracle she hasn't broken them. Everyone else is still looking in the same direction after JJ, unsure of how exactly to go about this situation. 
"You know, someone should probably go after him." Kie stated.
Quickly nodding, John B climbed out of the vehicle. "Yeah, I got it." He walked into the house and the screen door snapped shut behind him, making Collins wince at the noise.
She tried to bury herself further back in the corner of the van, but it's physically impossible. She can't put anymore distance between her and that house. She resorts to closing her eyes, trying to push the image of it out of her mind but failing to when all it does it give her flashbacks of her mom swaying back and forth on the couch after a bump. She looks almost sick while she slips in and out consciousness and Collins has this crippling fear that she's not going to wake up. And then she's reminded that on one separate occasion shortly after that memory, that her mom actually didn't wake up.