Chapter Twenty

Agatha did not go home that night. She did not even come home for dinner. For she had spent the rest of her day in a club.

It felt good. She was finally able to release all her stress.

While the club was one of her father's many clubs that he owned, Agatha, unlike usual, blended in with the people instead of taking the VIP. They let her in since she wasn't exactly under age, but also because she was the owner’s daughter.

She had planned to get completely wasted, get drunk, get fucked, and then wake up passed out in someone's home.

No wait. She couldn't get drunk. Not after last time.

Oh well, who cares anyway?

This had been Agatha's initial plan, but halfway through it, it had all gone down the drain.

Agatha stormed back inside the house, that suffocating feeling returning, giving her a strong urge to kill someone.

I should have just done that. Killed some random person. That would be more satisfying than drinking.

Yeah, I should have done that. Fuck my life.

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