him I had to go down to the art studio to put the final touches on my painting. He smiled at me and told me not to stay down there too late. I loved the art studio because when I was there, it felt like my own apartment. The best part of painting at night was when the light from the moon shined into the big windows and onto my canvas. I loved sitting behind my canvas at night, painting and looking out at the brightly lit up city. One final brushstroke, and I was done. The painting for the art contest was finally finished and would be ready for submission in a few days. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was midnight. As I was cleaning up my paints and brushes, my phone rang. I looked over to where it sat on the counter and noticed it was London calling.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Hey, is this London’s best friend?” a strange male voice asked.
“Yeah. Who’s this?”
“My name is Garrett and I think you need to come get your friend from my party. She’s really strung out.”
My mind was in a state of confusion as I tried to process what Garrett had just said. “Where do you live?” I asked.
He rattled off his address as I wrote it down on a piece of paper. I started to feel sick and I had no idea what to do. I couldn’t get her by myself because if my parents were to check up on me, like they frequently did, I’d be grounded for life.
“Thanks. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Please hurry. She’s in really bad shape,” Garrett said as he hung up.
I locked up the apartment and ran up to the penthouse. My mom and dad were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. I opened the door and my dad looked at me.
“I was just about to come down and get you,” he said.
“Dad, Mom, we have to go get London. Someone named Garrett just called me and said she’s at his party and she’s really strung out and I need to come get her.”
My mom looked at my dad and both of them got up from the couch. My dad grabbed his keys as we went down to the parking garage, and we climbed into the range Rover.
“Do you have the address?” my dad asked.
I rattled it off to him as he punched it into his GPS. My mom turned around and looked at me as I sat there on the verge of tears.
“Honey, did you know she was going to this party?” she asked.
“No. God, Mom, I hope she’s okay.”
“She’ll be okay, sweetie,” she said as she reached her hand back.
We arrived at the house and I got out of the Range Rover as soon as my dad put it in park. I ran up to the door, and when I walked in, I saw people everywhere. Couples were making out all over the house, and the stench of alcohol filled the air. I asked some of the people around who Garrett was and they told me he was upstairs in one of the rooms. My parents and I ran up the stairs and knocked on one of the doors, calling Garrett’s name. Finally, the door I knocked on opened.
“Are you Garrett?” I asked.
“Yeah. You must be the best friend.”
“My name is Julia, you idiot, and where the hell is London?”
He pointed to the bed where her half-naked body lay. She didn’t have any underwear on. I ran over to her and saw that she was passed out. My mom and dad ran into the room and my mom covered her lower half with the sheet. As my dad bent down and looked at her, he yelled for us to call an ambulance.
“What did you do to her?” I screamed at Garrett as I grabbed his shirt and pushed him into the dresser.
“I didn’t do anything. I found her like that. I came in here to lie down because I drank too much and she was like that. I scrolled through her phone and you were listed as her best friend, so I called you. I can’t believe you brought your parents.”
My mom called 911 and my dad tried to wake up London. “What did she take?” he asked as he looked at Garrett.
“Seriously, man. I don’t know. Like I said, I just found her like this. When I walked in the room, she whispered something to me and then passed out.”
“What did
“Hello,” I answered.
“Hey, is this London’s best friend?” a strange male voice asked.
“Yeah. Who’s this?”
“My name is Garrett and I think you need to come get your friend from my party. She’s really strung out.”
My mind was in a state of confusion as I tried to process what Garrett had just said. “Where do you live?” I asked.
He rattled off his address as I wrote it down on a piece of paper. I started to feel sick and I had no idea what to do. I couldn’t get her by myself because if my parents were to check up on me, like they frequently did, I’d be grounded for life.
“Thanks. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Please hurry. She’s in really bad shape,” Garrett said as he hung up.
I locked up the apartment and ran up to the penthouse. My mom and dad were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. I opened the door and my dad looked at me.
“I was just about to come down and get you,” he said.
“Dad, Mom, we have to go get London. Someone named Garrett just called me and said she’s at his party and she’s really strung out and I need to come get her.”
My mom looked at my dad and both of them got up from the couch. My dad grabbed his keys as we went down to the parking garage, and we climbed into the range Rover.
“Do you have the address?” my dad asked.
I rattled it off to him as he punched it into his GPS. My mom turned around and looked at me as I sat there on the verge of tears.
“Honey, did you know she was going to this party?” she asked.
“No. God, Mom, I hope she’s okay.”
“She’ll be okay, sweetie,” she said as she reached her hand back.
We arrived at the house and I got out of the Range Rover as soon as my dad put it in park. I ran up to the door, and when I walked in, I saw people everywhere. Couples were making out all over the house, and the stench of alcohol filled the air. I asked some of the people around who Garrett was and they told me he was upstairs in one of the rooms. My parents and I ran up the stairs and knocked on one of the doors, calling Garrett’s name. Finally, the door I knocked on opened.
“Are you Garrett?” I asked.
“Yeah. You must be the best friend.”
“My name is Julia, you idiot, and where the hell is London?”
He pointed to the bed where her half-naked body lay. She didn’t have any underwear on. I ran over to her and saw that she was passed out. My mom and dad ran into the room and my mom covered her lower half with the sheet. As my dad bent down and looked at her, he yelled for us to call an ambulance.
“What did you do to her?” I screamed at Garrett as I grabbed his shirt and pushed him into the dresser.
“I didn’t do anything. I found her like that. I came in here to lie down because I drank too much and she was like that. I scrolled through her phone and you were listed as her best friend, so I called you. I can’t believe you brought your parents.”
My mom called 911 and my dad tried to wake up London. “What did she take?” he asked as he looked at Garrett.
“Seriously, man. I don’t know. Like I said, I just found her like this. When I walked in the room, she whispered something to me and then passed out.”
“What did
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