The fear of Julia falling to the ground had been too much for me to handle. My heart had nearly stopped as I lunged to try and catch her. What had those evil men given her?

I wasn't quick enough though, so when Julia hit the ground I winced, rushing to pick her up. I didn't want to allow myself to go too deep into the alley, especially with the creeps here.

But they were gone.

They had run at the first sign of me calling the cops, rushing for whatever hiding hole they had.

"911 how may we help you?" I heard the operator on the phone. I quickly picked it up, feeling the sweat forming on my forehead. We couldn't allow the police to know where we were and who we were.

"I'm so sorry ma'am it was a butt dial." I quickly hung up, not wanting to give out any more information.

I grabbed Julia's shoulders, pulling her towards me as I try to use my entire body to lift her up. But she was dead weight, as limp as she could be. I shook my head sitting down on the ground as I tried to figure out what I was going to do.

Pulling out my phone again I tried to call Staton. Hopefully he would hear it in that awful night club. He must have thought because he picked up on the second ring.

"Maple are you okay?" I could hear the fear in his voice over the line. It echoed and cracked as If he was on the verge of tears. My heart shook at the sound. I nodded my head allowing the tears to crash down my face.

"Yes, yes, but Julia has been drugged and we need to get her out of here. Please, we are in the alley by the parking garage!" I shouted into the phone, allowing all of the emotions to erupt over my body.

We were horrible friends.

Breygan and Aria were horrible friends. How could they have allowed this to happen to her?

I could hear footsteps coming down the sidewalk. People were walking past and yet no one ever cared to stop to help. They left their eyes either on their peers or on the sidewalk beneath them, ignoring all that was wrong in the world.

How could people be like this?

Here were two girls, one passed out in the alley and one sobbing as if her entire life was over, and yet no one seemed to notice or care.

"Maple!" I heard the most familiar thing in my life shout my name from around the corner. His feet thudding against the ground as he sprints. It didn't take him long to find us, his arms wrapping around me as if there wasn't a single other thing he could do with them.

"Oh shit, I'm so glad you are okay," The words fell from his lips as he kissed me, pulling me closer to him. I pull away though, pointing towards Julia.

"What do we do?" I could feel my throat closing off.

Aria gasps, letting it escape from her lips as she bolts around the corner. She collapses on the ground holding her face in her hands as she rocks back and forth. Breygan leans awkwardly against the wall, watching as the rest of his friends pick up his mess for him.

"What have we done!" Aria screams, into her hands. People were staring at us now, scoffing as they realized we are sitting on the dirty streets of California. I couldn't be bothered by their stares though, what they didn't know was this was an emergency.

"We've got to get her to the hospital right? We can't just let her stay like this." I turned to Staton hoping he would have some sense of what to do. He shook his head.

"If we do that, they will ask questions, they will bill her parents and that might arise where we've gone." He sits there for a moment, holding her in his arms as well as me. "What we do need to do is get her off of the ground."

"No!" I shout, feeling my lower lip quiver under all of the anger.

"No, No, No!" The word was flying off my lips louder with each time it was said.

"Maple..." Staton tried to cut in.

"No!" I shouted one more time, placing my finger on his chest and looking at everyone else. "She is our friend and she is important to us, at least to me. So you all can be assholes and just go back to the hotel, but I'm getting this damn girl to a hospital! We can't just let her stay like this. I'm disgusted that any of you would think us running away is more important than her getting the treatment for whatever fucking drug those sickos used to poison her."

"Maple," Staton whispered, not really sure how to respond to my anger. I'd never been this angry before. I hated my friends for thinking it was okay to just ride out the night and see what happens with our dear friend. The panic was flooding through my body now and the more I thought about her lying here the more it infuriated me.

I placed my arms under her shoulders and positioned my body to stand up. I needed to get her to the hospital and if no one else was willing to help me then I would do it all by myself.

I was willing to face whatever consequences there were for this.

"You are right, we can't just leave her like this," Staton says, looking down at his shoes as if he realized how horrible he had been. I couldn't look at him right now though. The anger is still building up in my body. It'd been three days since we ran away. Three days and already so much stuff has happened that I never wanted to think about again.

Staton helped me pick her up, balancing half of her weight on his body as we stumbled towards the truck. Aria followed along making sure we didn't lose anything like her shoes or wallet. She would need it all when she finally woke up.

Breygan stood awkwardly in the back, not really sure what he was supposed to do or how he was supposed to help. I glared at him, as we made our way past, hoping that he would realize the mistakes he has made.

He shook his head, refusing to meet my eyes.

It took us a few minutes to drag her body back to the truck, and every little noise that happened around us startled me. I didn't want the police to show up and think that we had hurt her. Or worse, think that we were at all responsible for her being drugged.

We couldn't afford to deal with anything like that. Julia needed a hospital and we were going to get her to one.

"Aria, please look up the closest hospital on your phone, urgent care, whatever, we just need to get here there quickly," I mutter, Staton and I pushed her into the truck. We would place her on the front seat, allowing her to ride in comfort on the way there. At least as comfortable as a drugged girl could be.

"Breygan give me your keys," I turned to look at him. I didn't care who sat upfront to help support Julia, but I needed to drive. Breygan shot me a side glance. The look on his face told me he wanted to fight me about it, but as he searched the rest of our friends he knew he wouldn't have a very good chance.

"Fuck," He groaned throwing the keys towards me. "But I'm sitting upfront with you," He muttered.

"I don't care!" I shout back at him. Holding the keys close to my chest as I jump into the truck. "Grab Aria's phone and let's go!"

The engine of the GMC truck fired up quickly, as the motor began to work. I quickly slam it into first gear before letting the clutch out. Turning to make sure everyone was in their seats. Staton and Aria were tucked in the bed of the truck as Breygan held Julia from falling on top of me. He held Aria's phone in his other hand, making sure to give me ample time for directions.

He was waving though, his body drifting as if he were about to fall asleep himself. The alcohol was still on his breath. I couldn't believe how irresponsible he'd been tonight.

I pulled out onto the road, following the map that Breygan was explaining to me. Hopefully we would be at the hospital within the next fifteen minutes.

The clutch was heavy and hard to work on the truck, forcing me to use much more effort than I was used to, to shift through the gears.

Soon I'd gotten everyone to the Urgent Care, placing the truck in neutral outside of the front doors so that They could pull her inside.

"You guys get her checked in, I'll go park and then meet you in there." The words fell from my lips like fire. I hated that I was leaving her in the very hands that had allowed her to get into this situation. Aria was crying, as she jumped in the front seat of the truck.

"I'm not old enough to drink, can I sit here while you go park?" She muttered, taking her phone back from Breygan. I rolled my eyes, allowing the boys to head inside with our friend.

It didn't take me long to park the truck. I found the closest spot possible and managed to place it in gear so it wouldn't roll away. After finding the parking brake I shut the engine off.

"I can't believe we allowed her to go off all by herself with that guy. The alcohol was in my head and it made it seem like it was okay." Aria mutters to herself, holding the weight of the world on her shoulders. It wasn't the time for this now though.

"Pity cry later, we have a friend to help out," I growl, jumping out of the truck before pushing on the latch and slamming the door shut. Aria looked up at me, her blue eyes covered with tears. This must really be affecting her. It didn't matter though, because no matter how much it was affecting her it would always affect Julia even more. We had allowed that to happen to her.

Staton and I had been too focused on each other to realize that they were drinking, allowing her to have the alcohol needed to get into trouble. I wanted to scream at them, to make them feel the pain she would feel when she wakes up and realizes what happened.

How closely she had come to even worse things happening to her. Yet no one seemed to care about anything but themselves.

"You guys should have never ordered that drink and we should have never gone to the club tonight." I griped once more, as Aria followed behind me.

"What if they catch me though," she asks, searching through her purse for what I assume would be a piece of gum. She wanted to hide the alcohol on her lips. She knew she shouldn't have been drinking either.

"Don't be insane, it's not about you. If they catch you well, sorry but you fucked up and kind of deserve it. So stop wasting your time in your purse, they usually have mints on the counter." I realized my words were harsh, but I felt like it was what they needed to hear.

They didn't have to find her outside with those guys.

They didn't see what I saw, the way they were protecting her as if she was a piece of meat they couldn't possibly let go of. They wanted her. They wanted every little piece of her.

Shivers wash over my body as the memory blares through my head.

Julia was going to be okay, no thanks to anyone but me.