It was six in the morning. My father shook me awake.
"Becky, where's Amy?" he said, worry saturating in his voice. "I got up for work and was just going to check on you guys like I do every morning, and she wasn't there." Immediately, I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. How could I be so stupid and irresponsible? I knew better than to leave Amy in a bar at one in the morning.
"Oh, no!" I said aloud as I began to make calls to Amy's friends.
"Hello?" a voice answered on the other side of the line.
"Hey, Jess, it's Becky. Do you know where Amy is? She didn't come home last night."
"Uh, yeah, everyone was leaving and she was so bloody drunk and I couldn't find you anywhere so I told her she could spend the night here." she said hesitantly. I breathed a quick sigh of relief.
"Thanks so much Jess. You just comletely saved my life." It wasn't far from the truth. My parents made it obvious who their favourite kid was and I was responsible for her. If anything happened to her on my account, I would be so in trouble.
"Ya, ya. Listen, we haven't talked in forever. You busy tonight? We should go out to dinner."
"Um, actually, I have to finish a... history project. Maybe some other time." I lied swiftly.
"Okay," she sounded hurt and I knew that she had seen through my fib right away.