3 AM [luke hemmings]

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"Jaime, I need your help...," I hear my best friend shakily tell me through my phone. The ringing a couple minutes before, woke me up to this ungodly hour.

"What's wrong?" I ask her, sitting up in my bed as I clutched my phone to my ear. She wasn't making a bit of sense, which began to make me worry even more.

This was un-like her, being up at three in the morning. "Come get me," her voice was breaking, and I knew she was crying.

I jumped up from my bed, sliding on a pair of pants. "Where are you?" I ask, grabbing my keys after I slid my feet into the nearest found pair of flip flops.

"In front of Jason's apartment," I lost her at her boyfriends name, knowing that was the obvious reason of her breakdown. My anger started to tighten in my chest as I reassured my best friend I would be there no later than five minutes from now.

"Hurry...I need you."