Chapter 23

Ylisha's Perspective

Another night occurred, the same thing happened, again. My father picked me up, here at the same club, drunk and delirious, unable to think and speak clearly because of alcohol. It doesn't matter what I look like to him, all I ever need is to free myself from the pain.

I am inside his car when I started to upchuck. My father's car was currently really messy. I honestly admit that it really looks horrible. Well, I'm sorry for his precious car, poor you.

"Ylisha, that's really a disgusting mess! This is why you should stop liquoring up," he said.

I ignored my father's words because I really feel unsteady and dizzy. My father's figure is spinning around in front of my eyes, it's ambiguous.

I blinked my eyes and look at my father once again. Tsk! My optics are still the same and a few minutes later, I started up to throw up again. My breadbasket was twisting, undefinable what's wrong.

"Damn! My stomach hurts, tsk!" I muttered and glanced at my father. I'm in a big shoc