Sorry, this chapters a bit rough as i wrote it quickly, the next one will be better i promise :)
Aria POV
I crept quietly back into the house and across to Spencer's room. I noted her absence but, at this point, I was too tired to care. The thing about Spencer was she did what she wanted, when she wanted and didn't think about the consequences until later, and even then, she pretended not to care sometimes, protecting her emothions- because, if you lie to yourself enough, you start to believe it's true. I would have been mad, furious that she'd left Emily, but she wouldn't have left her for long, because if there's one thing that Spencer was, it was loyal.
What felt like hours later the sun started streaming in through the gap in the curtains, glancing at the clock I groaned...5:02 am, I seemed to be turning into some kind of insomniac. I lay back on the pillow staring at the ceiling, thinking deeply about last night's events.
"So, where were you last night?" I asked rolling to faceSpencer, the sight of the empty bed shocked me to say the least.
"Spencer?" I called. No answer, I thought for a moment that she had left but her backpack was still lying on the floor. "Spencer?"
I slipped out of bed and wandered across the hall, the bathroom door closed put a press of the handle told me it wasn't locked,
"Spence-oh my God." I screamed, stopping dead in the door way for a second, feeling sick to my stomach. My best friend was lying on the floor, her head tilted back against the wall, her eyes were open, but I knew she couldn't see me.
"SPENCER!" I snapped out of my daze and ran across the room, kneeling by her side and taking her face in my hands. She was out cold. Her hand was coiled tightly into a fist around something; before I even looked I knew what she was holding. Thinking hard and trying not to panic, I thought back to a scene at a party that I'd seen on TV and quickly turned the shower on full blast, dropping the temperature as low as it would go.
Stooping down I wrapped an arm around her torso and the other looped under her legs; any other day of the year I would have sworn there was no way I could lift Spencer, but today she felt feather light as I stepped into the shower with her.
"Come on, Spencer." I yelled close enough to her face that, had she been conscious, she would have felt the sound before she heard it. "Don't do this to me; I need you to open your eyes! I need you, Spencer!" I slapped her hard across the face, desperately trying to trigger any kind of reaction from her. "Spence," I whispered in her ear, "I can't do this without you. I need my best friend." I could now feel tears streaming down my face mixing with the water running from the shower.
"I-I-I'm..." she stuttered, I grinned at her,
"Spencer, honey, talk to me, okay? Tell me something, anything, just stay awake." She held onto the back of my wet t-shirt as tightly as she could given how weak she still was. "I-I'm s-sorry."
As soon as we were out of the shower, I stood Spencer up in front of me, holding her by the shoulders to steady her as she swayed under the influence of her actions; she was shivering now, her body finally reacting to reality.
I sat on the edge of Spencer's bed and waited, neither of them was awake and I wasn't sure who I was more worried about. Every so often I leant over and pressed my fingers gently against Spencer's neck, checking for the steady reassurance I found in her breathing.
"Aria?" she whispered hoarsely, taking deep shuddering breaths as her eyes flickered open,
"Aria...what time is it?" she whispered before coughing violently,
"Seriously?" I asked her incredulously, handing her a glass of water, "You pull that little stunt and the first thing you worry about is the time?" she turned the cup in her hands round and round to avoid my eyes. "You had me worried sick, Spence." She looked up sheepishly and her gaze locked with mine,
"Aria...What actually happened? I remember y-y-you left and then I-I- I watched Emily sleep and just couldn't take it and-then it all goes a little blank." She looked like she wanted to cry.
"You remember this?" I asked, my voice was rough and harsh, the emotion I'd felt now turned accusative, I held up a CD, still laced with the white powder. She closed her eyes and shivered at the sight as if the mere sight could induce that feeling.
"Aria, I, I don't, I don't know what to say except that, I am so, so sorry." She's shaking badly know, her hairs still wet from our incident in the shower, and she's cold. I wrap a blanket around her, careful not to disturb Emily, still fast asleep next to us, and pull her into my arms. She lets me and rests her head on my shoulder as she starts to softly sob.
So, yes, in case it wasn't very clear, Spencer did just snort coke..R&R please!