Mine wouldn’t have left the house in the first place. If she insisted, and could actually make it there, she would’ve had a black eye and a limp when throwing the first brick.
Or she would have received what a lot of kids got when growing up (in the South), the obligatory beat you all the way home from the playground with switches in front of your friends (and that was for being fifteen or thirty minutes late home from school). Guess what?, those kids were never late again and were quick to tell their buddies no way the next time.
You’d be under jail for that now. But that was the age of teachers and paddles. The age of the grapevine being faster than your walking and several beratings from neighbors (who knew you were better than the bad kids, were ashamed of you... after the interrogation), then had to wait till your father got home. LOL, wait a minute, maybe youth wasn’t so wonderful after all.
She’s 18. She wants to act like a criminal, there’s nothing like a night or two in jail to help her decide if this is a lifestyle that she wants to pursue.
Calling the police was the right choice in this instance of an adult child.