1995 {smosh}

chapter thirteen; okay, im okay

The next time I woke up I was in my own bed. We were back home? We never made it to Vegas. Its all my fault. I managed to get up and go downstairs. My head had cleared and things were coming back to me.
"Olivia!" My mum said the second she saw me and wrapped her arms around me, "you'll get your telling off later, for now we hug." She said and I rest my head on her shoulder. "Oh mommy." I said in tears. "It's okay, baby."

I spent the next hour in the bath tub, crying. The broken heart had kicked in and I was trying to wash myself of everything, I wanted to rid myself of LA.

I got changed into some comfy shorts and an old tour tee, it was my dads. This made more tears come and I pulled my hair up into a messy pony tail.

I hated what I was thinking but I wanted Anthony to be here. I hated him right now but I also wanted him with me because he has a way to make me feel better which no one else can.

I pulled myself together and told my mom I was going out, she tried to object but I just kept walking. I grabbed my old bike from the garage and rode off. I hadn't ridden it in forever and I had no idea why I took it, but it seemed like a good idea.

Ten minutes later I arrived at the big house. I knocked on the door and propped my bike up next to it, Anthony opened it. Usually his mom opens it. Well, I haven't knocked here for a while now. "Liv? How are you?" He asked panicking.

"I'm okay. What happened that night isn't what hurts." I told him and he looked down. I could tell he was guilty and it made me want to forgive him, so bad.

"I'm sorry. I never, ever wanted to hurt you. You know I'd never." He said, this was true. He would never intentionally hurt me, he's too nice.

"I forgive you." I blurted out, but I meant it. Second chances are for everyone, that's why we're here.

He hugged me and I hugged back. This was the second of many hugs I'd receive today as we both rode to the park, he bought out his bike.

"How are you feeling, after what happened..." Anthony said, gritting his teeth at the memory.

"I feel stupid." I admitted. "I was dumb and I should've known better. I've learnt my lesson."

"Hey!" He snapped. "Its not your fault he drugged you and came onto you, don't feel guilty." Everyone tells me not to feel guilty, everyone tells me how to feel.

I stayed silent.

"What actually happened?" I asked.

He sighed. "After you passed out in the car, we took you to the hospital. Everyone was shîtting themselves, we thought you were dying. They told us the drugs he'd used, I can't remember the names, but they weren't harmful, luckily. The nurse said you just had to sleep it off, which I think you've done." He explained.

"I'm sorry to have worried you guys, and I'm sorry for trying to make you jealous. It was stupid." I apologised.

"It worked. Just don't do it again." He chuckled and I laughed.

I was feeling better already.

We met up with the others and they asked me if I wanted to go to a support group to which I replied no and they asked me how I was a billion times. When, in all honesty, I was feeling fine, shaken up but I'd learnt a valuable lesson. Nothing happened it was just a scare and I was just thankful that was all and I had my friends there for me.

I thanked Shayne a few hundred times, too.