The Recipe Calls for Roommates.
Olivia stayed home that day, even against better judgment. She stayed in comfortable silence and set up her new computer and facetimed her parents back home and told them about a budding relationship. "Tell me the truth, your Dad's gone downstairs. Liv, tell me is he cute?" Olivia laughed out loud, "Of course he's gorgeous! He's tall and has dark hair and eyes. He took me on a date sightseeing, he cooks... Very well may I add." Olivia was popping pieces of popcorn in her mouth. "How is school?" her mother asked casually as Olivia's father popped back on the screen. "School, it's the same no matter where you go. Some just have better views."
When Olivia woke up it was after 10 o'clock and she reached for her phone, she scrolled as she walked in darkness towards her large bathroom. She didn't bother turning on any lights since it was late and she was about to go back to her room to continue sleeping for the night. A loud crash came from the courtyard by the front door to her home. She quickly and quietly tiptoed to her bedroom and locked the door behind her, stood in silence as she turned the ringer off on her phone. Her hands shook as she texted Lazarus. "Laz, I need your help. Someone's inside my house." she quickly hit send and didn't wait long before she texted again. "Bring help. Glass is broken. Door Code is 8845." The longest second passed before there was a response. "On my way! Call me and don't say anything." Nervous fingers hit dial. "Are you hurt? I am on my way." Lazarus tried to keep his voice steady, he was in a red car giving directions to someone in the driver seat. "Okay. Still here." Lazarus made an awful groan and put his hand up over his mouth. "They're still in there right now?" He listened closely for any sounds in the background. "Put anything heavy infront of the door, hurry. And don't hang up." He could hear her nervous breathing and then sounds of moving sounds. "Are you there?" No text message. Before the car was even stopped Lazarus was jumping out and heading for the door, Olivia's large kitchen window was shattered. Lazarus pointed three large men in all different directions of the house as he took the wing closest to her bedroom. He turned corners fast flicking on lights and looking for someone. They gathered in the living room after everything was cleared, Lazarus still instructed them to check around the outside of the house as he knocked on Olivia's bedroom door. "Olivia." No response, he pushed against the barricaded door. "Olivia." He called out louder as he squeezed himself through the small crack. Lazarus flicked on the light and searched around the room until he opened the closet door. Olivia was sitting curled into a ball sitting beneath dresses in between shoe boxes on the floor, Lazarus reached down and scooped her into a hug and kissed her blonde hair.