Alfie was your usual dealer, you didn’t know eachother amazingly well but you’d been buying from him for about 9 months now. The messages kept coming, each one more desperate than the last. Your fingers trembled as you typed, the glow of your phone screen illuminating the dark circles under your eyes.
**Pippa:**
> Alfie
**Pippa:**
> Alf
**Pippa:**
> PLEASE just pick up
Nothing. Friday night was turning into a Saturday morning, and every bit of your body was screaming. You were coming apart, piece by piece, and he was the only one who could put you back together. You knew that.
Netwrck
