Should I send her out? or do I keep believing her?

This is a little long lmao please prepare yourself;;
(If anyone has questions, feel free to do so! I'll answer them to the best I can, and yes it's okay to be mad at me, so no worries.)


I (17m) and my neighbor (19f), I'll call her Vanessa, met last year, at the start of June.
Vanessa and I regularly saw each other whenever I'd walk Vixen (My dog, she's very cute.) to the park. We had a few interests and quickly became friends. A few days later, it was nearing my birthday, so I decided to invite her to my birthday party, which would happen in the next two weeks. She said yes.
Fast forward to the morning of the party, she came to my house as I was preparing and asked me if we could hangout after lunch, and meet up at the park. The party wouldn't start until 3pm, so I agreed, so long as I got back home at 2pm.
We met up at the park, walked to the arcade, and hung out there. An hour later, we went out for food at the cafe, and while we were eating, she confessed and told me she liked me. I apologized and said I liked her, but not in the way she wanted me to. When I said that, she looked determined, and I got worried. She told me that she'd wait for me and she'd do whatever it takes, because she "knew I'd end up obsessed with her anyways."
We laughed it off, and when it was almost 2, we went home.
At 2:30, a bunch of my friends were early and decided to help me prepare and add finishing touches. When my bestfriends got there, we all agreed that once the party starts we'd take shifts on patrolling the house, there were 10 of us, so there shouldn't be any problem.
A little later, Vanessa came, too.
I met her at the door and she greeted me with a hug, so I hugged her back. She came with 10 bottles of Heineken and 5 bottles of Vodka. I got worried and told her there'd be atleast 30 minors and about 20 adults who /can/ drink, but maybe won't. She told me not to worry about it and said that the two of us could drink it instead, then. I told her I don't drink, she told me I could just watch her drink it all. Of course there was no dress code, as it was my party, I told everyone to dress how they wanted to. Vanessa wore a cheetah print miniskirt with matching fuzzy leg warmers and a black laced camisole that was pretty see-through, so I offered her a blanket and a jacket, to which she refused. I told her to sit wherever she'd like and she joked and said "Is your lap taken?" and I laughed it off and said "If you want more pillows at the couch, just let me know." She went to the living room and talked with a few of my other female friends. Party went out without a hitch for the first 30 minutes, oh, and mind you, my parents were out on a business trip and weren't coming home for the next month or so, so we had no restrictions. I was very clear, however, that if anyone wanted to have a drink, the ones that aren't 18 and above can only have a shot or two, max. More friends came to the party, we had a toast with coke, played games, watched other friends drink and get absolutely toasted, played more games, danced, swam in the pool, broke a piñata, so on and so forth. By 7pm, it was my turn to patrol the house. I went to the most important rooms first, my parents' room, which was still thankfully locked; and my room. My room was locked, too. One of my bestfriends stayed there cause he didn't like parties and I assured him my room was sound proof, and it seems he enjoyed it there cause when I unlocked the door with the keys I had in my pocket, dude was sleeping like a baby. He slept better than me in my own bed tbh. Anyways, I checked the bathrooms after I locked my room, and a few of them were locked; had someone wasted in it, which I soon asked the ones I knew were their friends to help them and led them to rooms where they could rest; and when I got to the last one, I knocked, asked who it was, and Vanessa replied inside with "The one and only..." in a tone that got me really concerned. I couldn't tell if she was drunk or crying. I asked her if she was okay, she said she needed help so I asked her if she could open the door for me. She said I could just enter and it turns out it wasn't even locked in the first place. I opened the door, and lo and behold, was Vanessa touching herself and was sitting on the toilet cover. I went outside immediately and asked her outside what she needed help with, she told me she was drunk and someone spiked her drink, and she needed me to help her immediately. I asked if she had a trusted friend in the party who was preferably a woman so I could call them instead, she said she came alone. I told her to please fix herself first so I could enter, she said she did, so I went inside. Turns out she was still in the same position she was before so I just covered my eyes with my hand and looked the other way. I held my free hand out to her for support so she could try to stand up. She held onto it and pulled me, so of course I didn't budge an inch, thinking she was trying to stand up, until she told me she needed me to come closer. I did, and she told me to lean down a bit. I did, and she told me it was okay for me to look. I slowly took my hand off and she was very much still at the same spot, same position with her legs spread, and was showing off some sticky liquid (which I really hoped was anything but what it seemed like) between her index and middle finger with a sick grin on her face. It took all of my courage to grab her by her other hand and lead her to the shower, where I quickly turned on the water and soaked her. I slightly pushed her there, took the shower head and started spraying her like it was a garden hose. She told me to stop, so I did, and she pushed me to the bathtub, and got on top of me. My head was ringing but that was the least of my worries. My priority was to not to get raped. I pushed her off me and to the side, she pulled my collar, licked my face and grabbed my dick... I took both of her arms and sprayed her again, this time with ice cold water. She screamed for me to stop, I did, and this time she just sat there, soaked and catching her breath. I went to her, asked her if she was okay, and she nodded. I asked her if she could take a bath by herself or if there was anything she wanted me to do first, like call a friend for help or take her home. She asked me to help her take a bath, I said okay but I'll only help you if you wear or cover your private parts, or you do those yourself. She opted to cover her parts with her hands. I washed her and did what she wanted me to do, then I washed her clothes and put them in the dryer.
I carried her to a spare bedroom because she said she couldn't walk properly. I dried her, gave her spare clothes, and gave her water. She said she wanted to rest, so let her stay there. I changed my clothes and went back to the party.
Thankfully, there were a few other damsels in the distress, the majority of them being my male friends who were also wasted. I did the same thing to them, as I did to Vanessa, excluding the part where I had to spray them down. The rest of the party went great. The house was a complete mess, but there wasn't much to worry about. I got cleaners to come by the day after and tipped them. Vanessa apologized to me and I forgave her. We went back to our usual lives, but I did notice that she's been clingy with me and whenever she saw me with a female friend or just in general, she'd ask me the next day if I was interested in them or not and kind of acted like a girlfriend. She's significantly gotten more flirty, too. A few months later, in the middle of the night, Vanessa called me to say she was at my door. I opened it, and she was drunk. I offered to take her home and get the car, but she asked if she could stay instead. I said sure, but my parents were home. I made her take a bath, washed her clothes, lent her new ones, and back into the spare bedroom she went. The morning after, I was cooking and I figured I should make hangover soup for her too. When my parents were about to leave for work, I told them about last night, and they understood and left me with extra money in case I needed to buy anything for her or give her a ride. I woke her up, fed her, and she asked if she could stay over. I let her, but I asked her why. She said she'd been having trouble at home. Later on, she asked if we could go to my room, and I was a little hesitant to let her in, but I did, in the end. We played and I took a nap. When I woke up, there was a note saying she left.
After that, I continued with my life.
I still saw her regularly.
Fast forward to a week ago, we recently set up a new camera in our backyard, because Vixen liked to go there at night sometimes, so we let her.
We figured we'd also set up a few new other cameras. There were two cameras in my room, which only I had access to, and I had a secret one on the top of my bedframe. My parents had the same.
Thanks to that, a few days ago while I was out, I checked the cameras and there I saw Vanessa creeping inside my closet. I ran home after looking at the camera for 10 more minutes to see if she'd do anything but it seems like she was just hiding there. I confronted her about it and she cried and begged me to let her do this every once in a while because she has no safe place at her house. She told me she only goes to my closet twice a week at best, and that she leaves after 30 minutes or after an hour. I told her about one of the cameras, and told her that she could just text me or tell me she'd go here. She said her dad had her phone and so couldn't text me, and that she's using her friend's phone as of now. I let her be and told her a few rules, I told my parents that Vanessa would come by a few times and that it's nothing to worry about. She left, and after a few more visits, I found out she lived right beside me, and that sometimes she'd go through the yard to sneak in.
Though just last night, she snuck into my room again while I was asleep, but instead of going to the closet or sitting on a chair or going to sleep, she stared at the camera. She then went on my side of the bed, stood there and started kissing me. While I was watching this from the camera, I had goosebumps. I saw myself move to the other side and then I saw her go there too and get on the bed as well. She started touching herself as she got on top of me while I was asleep, and started fondling me. She fell asleep on the other side of the bed, facing me, and left an hour later. Nothing else happened that night, thankfully. She came by this afternoon and went on her knees and apologized. I asked her why she did that and she said her drink got spiked again and that she was really drunk and thought it was a dream at first, but when she came on me (?!) she realized it wasn't so she just laid down and slept. I told her to stay for as long as she needs to and I cleaned my sheets. I also told her that she can sleep wherever, just not on my bed. I brought in extra pillows and a blanket for her and told her she can sleep on the beanbags, 'cause I have no intention of ordering a mattress, and I'm getting a little tired.
Should I keep believing her or should I just send her out? I want her to be safe, but I also don't know if I'm being a pushover or not;;

I'll repeat, if anyone has questions or is mad, it's okay to me, and I'll answer the questions the best I can.