It had been nearly an hour since her mother had left, leaving her to nurse her wounded heart alone. The soup Lucy had prepared especially for her was now cold and forgotten. Her stomach growled in hunger, but she couldn’t bring herself to eat it. She’d cried most of her makeup off and changed into sweats, scrolling through trashy reality tv as her hand hovered over the contacts on her phone. She thought about texting Jackson to see where he was, but he’d know instantly that things hadn’t gone well with her parents. No use ruining both of their nights with her hurt feelings. Her mind travels to Nolan, but she can't bring herself to reach out. he's got enough problems. Lucy's teeth sink into her bottom lip as she scrolls to another name, typing out a text before she really thinks it through.
[ sms: bradford ]: hey
Lucy rolls her eyes at her lame one-word text before typing out a follow-up.
[ sms: bradford ]: how are you?
// @detectandprotect gets a starter they didn’t ask for








