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Austin
“Austin! Austin!” a voice shouted over me.
“f**k!” someone else cried.
My mind was fuzzy. Everything f*****g hurt. My ribs, my face, my head. God, I felt like my head was about to rip in f*****g two.
“Whaaaa…” I slurred.
“Oh, f**k, he’s okay,” the voice said.
I opened a puffy eye and saw the person standing over me. “Heidi?”
“Yeah, Austin, I’m here. We’re all here. We called the cops and an ambulance. They should be here soon. What the f**k happened to you?”
“Jules,” I got out. Then, I spat, and blood landed in a wad on the floor.
Floor? Hadn’t I been on the pavement? I looked around and saw that I was back inside Flips, lying on top of the bar. They must have carried me in here without me knowing. That meant, I must have blacked out.
“What happened with Julia?” Heidi
