It didn’t take that long to reach Olivia’s house seeing as the freeway was practically empty, it being really late and all. I really hoped my mom was still at work too because I was going to be grounded until the sun disappeared if she caught me coming in late. I finally reached Olivia’s house and pulled into her driveway. Her parents car weren’t in the drive way and I sighed. I cut the engine and unbuckled my seat belt. I looked over to Olivia who was asleep then I opened my side door and went over to the passenger side door. I opened it and lightly shook Olivia awake.  

Spencer: Olivia? Wake up were at your house.

I said reaching over to unbuckle her seatbelt. She groaned and began to move out of the car. I helped her out. Once again I leaned her up against the car as I did at the club and got our things. I then locked the car and helped Olivia to her front door. I retrieved her house keys out of her purse and opened the door. It was dark in her house so I flipped on the living room lights and then I proceeded to help her to her room. Her house was as big as Ashley’s and just as empty. I felt sorry for Olivia because I knew what her parents were like. They didn’t care two shits about her. It had always been like that. 

Once we made it up the dreadful stairs I opened her room door and I helped her to her bed. She collapsed on top of the covers and I felt my job was done. I felt horrible about leaving her here by herself because she was still very much drunk. I dreaded the thought of her suffocating on her own vomit. EWW that’s  gross. I thought. I made sure she was okay and then I began to make my way out of her room and walk home. I know what your thinking and no I’m not crazy. She only lived a couple blocks from my house and the night air would do me good. Just as I reached her door her voiced stop me. 

Olivia: Will you stay with me?

She asked rather quietly and if the rest of the house wasn’t so dead silent I would have thought I imagined it. I froze and thought about it. I sighed.