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58. On your knees, gangsta
Amayra
Amayra!
I felt the dampness of my pillow as I heard dada calling me and I realised that my tears were all over the pillow. I was again crying for that jerk to whom I meant nothing. He again proved it today.
I wiped my tears and strived to get up from the bed but my head was heavy. I was drinking continuously for a week which was not at all good for me. However, I couldn't stop that. It felt like I fucking needed an addiction to forget one.
Rubbing my eyes, I reached the hall where dada and Daniel were seated. It was midnight and I was confused to find dada and Daniel together.
"I hope you were not sleeping", Daniel said.
"It's midnight. I was about to. What brings you here?", I asked, holding my head.
"Are you drunk?", dada shrugged.
"I just had a few pegs. I'm not drunk", I muffled.
"Amu! I'm watching you. You're being a drunkard now. Stop getting yourself in it", he scowled at me.
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