After she threw up on my shoes, Robbie and I managed to get her and the rest of the girls into the car while Kiera and I fought over whether or not she needed a hospital while Bernie cried in the backseat.
“Look at her!” I yelled at Kiera, hating her in that moment. “She needs help.” Savanna was laying with her head in Bernie’s lap in the backseat, eyebrows furrowed. She groaned, rolling over and tried to bury herself deeper into Bernie’s lap.
“She’s not dying,” Kiera shot back, rolling her heavily-lined eyes. “She’s just f****d up. God, haven’t you ever seen a drunk girl before? She’s just crossfaded. She always throws up when she smokes and drinks.”
“Then why did you let her smoke?” I shouted back. Savanna groaned again and I turned towards her. “Savanna?” I asked, brushing her hair o
