"Vic," I hiccuped, my voice shaking.
"Olivia? Is that you?" She asked, sounding concerned.
"Yes," I replied. "I'm so sorry for calling you this late."
"It's fine, girl. Are you alright? You don't sound so good."
"I'm not." I sobbed into the phone.
"What's wrong?" She asked, her voice soft and gentle.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "I...uh...I have nowhere to go, and I just...can I…" I trailed off.
"Of course. Want me to come get you?" She asked.
"No, no. I'll be fine." I cut the call and started the walk to the Peterson's house, where Victoria currently rented a small room.
I stood on the porch and raised my hand to knock on the door. But before my knuckles made contact, the door swung open and Vic stood there, a small frown on her face.
"Hey, come in." She said
