Amelia
"I am fucked." The words glared at me from my phone screen, harsh and panicked. My heart skipped, I called Adele immediately, but she didn't pick up. I tried again and still she wasn't picking up.
A cold feeling settled in my chest, I leaned forward and told the driver, "I will meet you at home." Before he could ask anything, I was already opening the car door and hailing another ride straight to Adele's apartment.
When I got there, the door was unlocked, I stepped inside and my heart broke instantly.
Adele was on the floor, her back against the couch, a bottle of alcohol hanging loosely from her hand. Her face was red and swollen, tears streaming down nonstop as her body shook with sobs.
"Adele," I whispered, rushing to her side.
"What happened to you?" I asked, kneeling in f
