“God, what did you do to yourself, girl?” Even being on the front porch and inhaling the fresh air hadn’t stopped the world from spinning. Lucy was leaning heavily against the railing as she sat on the stairs, her stomach churning dangerously. There was no way she would be able to drive any time soon, but she refused to throw up here, in front of everyone and their damn sister. Fumbling slightly, Lucy reached into her pocket for her phone to call...someone. Her parents were hardly an option, and practically everyone she knew was inside, nearly as drunk as she was. But as she scrolled through her contacts (one eye shut tightly) she recalled that there was in fact one person she was willing to call. He wasn’t going to be thrilled, and it might even take a few tries to get him to answer, but even through her drunken stupor, Lucy knew he would come for her. Harvey would always come for her. The ringing at the other end of the line stopped, and she barely even gave him time to offer any sort of ‘greeting’ since she knew it was unlikely to be a friendly one. “Harvey, baby,” she whined into her phone. “I-” she stopped to breathe through a small wave of nausea. “I need help.” @sideliines












