“Shhh. Let me finish. So anyways, Luke put drugs in your drink Spencer. He drugged you.” I felt like my head was spinning as it all came back to me. I remember getting dizzy, the slamming of a van door, Luke and his friends gathering around me, and taking off their clothes. I became nauseous at the vague memories. Travis grabbed my hand and he continued. “Ashley got worried about you and found me. I knew this place Luke liked to go to so I drove her there. We found Luke’s van. He started beating up Ashley pretty bad. He knocked me out for a while, but when I woke up; I found the knife he keeps in his glove compartment. And I stopped him.” Travis looked down and his own eyes started to fill up with tears. “I had to do it. He was raping you. I stopped him before he could actually do it, but he beat you up pretty badly.” I almost let out a sigh of relief when I heard they didn’t actually rape me. Ashley already had to go through that hell, and I didn’t want to go through it too.

“Where is Luke now?” I asked cautiously.

“He’s 50/50.” Travis then burst into tears, putting his face in his hand. Killing his best friend since 6^th grade would probably scar him for life.

“I’m sorry Travis.” I said, reaching out to touch his hand. “Thank you so much for saving me and Ash. I owe you one.”

“You girls are awesome and I could see that you have enough love to last a lifetime.”

“Yeah, I guess we do.” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. “So what’s wrong with me?”

“Well, your ankles broken, and you have some minor cuts and bruises. But the aftermath of the drugs wore off last night. I was here to hold your hair back.” I smiled, wondering how such a sweet guy got involved with a sick fuck like Luke. “I’m pretty sure they are letting you out later today.”

‘Good.’ I thought. ‘Because then I will be there, holding Ashley’s hand until she wakes up.’