You climb out the window to escape

You ignore the knock then check that your cell phone works and quietly climb out the window. Once on the ground, you grab your duffle bag and head out down the road. Near a street sign at the corner you check the map and search for abused women or crisis centers nearby. Thankfully one is near your school so it will be easy to find. You look up at the afternoon sky. A happy sigh leaps out since it is still bright out you feel relieved you won't have problems getting there. A short 15 minute walk later, you find yourself knocking on the door. The kindly middle aged lady that answers, throws an assuring arm around your shoulders then guides you in after seeing your frightened hunched over form. She asks what's wrong and you softly mumble a close relative just **** you. She urges you further inside then waves over an on call nurse to administer a **** kit. You shake nervously and reluctantly but she whispers that it is better to get the proof on record just in case as later second thoughts will be regrettable. After the test was finished, the lady who introduces herself as Mrs. Lois Crayton guides you to one of the many little dorms the shelter has. Do you go to school the next day or does Mrs. Crayton call the police? Or does she call your home first?