Needing help
*Virginia* The shrill sound of my phone jolts me awake, the darkness of my room still clinging around me like a heavy blanket. I fumble for my phone, squinting at the unknown number flashing on the screen. My heart races with confusion and annoyance. Who could possibly be calling me at this hour? “Hello?” I croak, rubbing my eyes. “Virginia?” The voice on the other end is urgent, almost frantic. “It’s Rasmus. You need to get to the Drunken Pelicans right now. Caleb is here…” “He is not really my problem,” I mumble, my mind already imagining what he is doing there. Rasmus sounds almost scared, “please, he’s in trouble.” My heart plummets. “What do you mean trouble?” “He won’t listen to me,” Rasmus continues, his tone rising with desperation. “There are guys here looking to settle a
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