Listen at Ashley's door

Curiosity gets the best of you, so you creep upstairs and put your ear close to Ashley's door. You hear items being shuffled and the girls talking:

"Ashley, this is your favorite dress, are you sure I can have it?"
"You don't understand, Cindy, I can't wear these things anymore."
"No, I don't understand. I really think you need to go to the cops."
"I'm doing this for us, Cindy. He threatened to tell both of our parents."
"Maybe you could say they were Photoshopped. He made cigarettes look like joints and cola cans look like beer."
"That's ridiculous."
"Yeah, I guess so. I just hope he doesn't make you do anything worse than buy slutty clothes."
Ashley let's out a sob, "Me too."
"Do you think he'll try to have sex with you?"
"I hope not."

You decide you've heard enough and quietly go back downstairs.

A couple hour later the girls come down. Cindy is carrying three full bags. When they get to the kitchen you overhear her say to Ashley, “Are you sure you want me to take all of this?”

Ashley sniffles when she replies, “Yes, I can’t wear those things anymore.”

The door opens. Cindy says, “Well, thank you, I’ll take care of them in case your situation changes. Are you still coming over my place at 8?”

“Yes, and I guess I'll be in my new clothes.”

"Okay, see you then, Cindy says and after the door closes Ashley rushes past you up the stairs. You feel like you should go talk to her, but decide it would be best to let it be.