You’d been trying to get in touch with Barbie ever since you heard she’d gotten out of rehab. You used to be close, but these days she seemed to barely want anything to do with you.

You’d spent the past few days physically trying to track her down, going from place to place in hope of finding her.

After an annoyingly long search, you’d found out what hotel she was staying at and wasted no time in heading down to see her.

“What are you doing here, shithead?” she scoffed as she opened the door, rolling her eyes upon seeing your face.