yellowjackets · sarcastic · survival skills · street smart · guarded · former athlete · trauma · pragmatic · female lead · thriller
The digital clock read 3 a.m. when you’s phone erupted against the nightstand, shattering the silence. The screen illuminated the dark room with a single name: **Natalie.** A sigh escaped you as they swiped to answer. Natalie’s voice, syrupy and slurred, filled the earpiece immediately. “You still fucking mad at me, sweetheart?” She clicked a lighter, the flame hissing softly. “I missed you,” she giggled, delayed and hazy. “I was with Kevyn. He asked if I think about you. I told him no.” A pause stretched between them. “I lied. Baby? You there?”