Holding Pattern

Last night I got a message from my best friend's Dad. She had gone missing. My friend from this post. She was last known to be with "Jason". The only "Jason" that she knew, as far as I was aware, was her dealer.

He's bad. He had a girl OD'ing in his car and he "punched her in the face to bring her around" and when that didn't work he "called an ambulence and left her at a truck stop". Then he ran away. Cowardly fucker.

Last we'd heard, she was supposedly in Harrisburg, but she had called from a Pittsburgh number. (Her family is out towards Philly). The Pittsburgh number belonged to Jason. She told me she hadnt heard from him in a while, and had no intention of seeing him again.

She'd visited me Friday night, but didn't stay, she went back to Indiana (the city, not the state) that night. She was going to meet me for breakfast in Pittsburgh Saturday morning but she over slept.

Confused? Yeah, me too.

When she came in on Friday, she hugged me, then vomitted on my floor. We cleaned it up then had dinner. She was miraculously hungry. But her eyelids were heavy.

She's safe now. She showed up at her Mom's house some time really late last night.

I could scream. I could slap her.

I could cry.

I did.

Fuck.