Chapter 12

Grace POV

Actually I do not want to end up in the club tonight. When my working hours were over I called Al to ask him to meet but he said he was busy today. Either really busy with college or Lucy. came to the martial arts training ground, it so happened that there was an event there and I was too lazy to join. My limbs then took me to a place that I always wanted to go to, unfortunately until now my money wasn't enough so I could only see it from the outside. How much is the salary of a cashier? If it's like this it feels like until whenever I won't be able to get in there.

Car racing training ground. Since childhood, I have always wanted to become a professional racer. I took part in several races and I was always in the top three. Unfortunately my parents never liked my choice. According to them, becoming a racer is just a waste of money because the costs involved are not small. and again according to them I will not have a bright future.

Unlike Angel; my sister who chooses to be an office worker whose future is certain to be guaranteed. Even the last I heard that my brother had been promoted. While I'm still like this nothing has changed.

Even a bachelor's degree in business is useless because I don't like jobs that require me to sit all day in front of a computer. I just failed the interview because I didn't have a vision and mission for the company that would hire me. what about when it's already working, maybe I'll just be a burden.

God, Grace! Your life is really sad.

Al was right that I wasted four years of my life on useless things. Which I really can't do.

I took a deep breath. The longer I stay here the more frustrated I become. I decided to move from the front of the building to the side of the road. I hail a taxi to take me to the club. I just want a quick drink with my meager cash. I glanced at the dance floor where people were going crazy. Carried away my body was dancing with them. But that only lasted a moment because I had to pee.

My steps are a little unbalanced. not because I was drunk, but because I collided with some drunk people. Not a few of them are also unconscious. They could only lean their bodies against the wall not caring about their surroundings or their friends trying to wake them up.

I have finished my business in the restroom. I stepped out of there unluckily someone who was either drunk or didn't see me because it was dark enough to bump into me.

"Forgive me!" I reflexively apologized to him.

"It is okay, dear." hearing him call me with affection instantly made me look up.

The fat man with the perverted face again. I rolled my eyes lazily. Can't I collide with a more handsome man with good body proportions? Like Uncle Paul for example.

Oh, damn it! Why do I even remember Uncle Paul?

Because I do not want to get into trouble I just smiled faintly then turned around.

"Hey! Where are you going?" The fat man made a sound.

I ignored him and continued on my way. He kept calling back there. Turns out he was quite persistent too by grabbing my hand until my steps stopped.

"Let go!" I said hitting my hand roughly.

"Wow! You sell very expensive," he said with a grin.

"Don't mess around, Uncle. I'm not the woman you think I am," I warned him.

The man just laughed and made me even more sick. "How can a decent woman enter this place. Either to sell her body or just have fun for nothing."

It seems that this man will not understand my words. I'd better just run away.

"It's up to Uncle whether you want to believe it or not. Excuse me!" I said firmly.

"Hey! You can't just walk away, honey." The man took my hand again. I couldn't keep my balance so I fell in

his arms.

"Bastard! What are you doing?!" I shouted not accept the man touched me.

I don't know what was in the man's mind but for sure by this time his eyes had clouded over and I can guess he had imagined me under him.

"Don't touch me!" I've said that many times but the fat man didn't pay attention to it until finally my patience

ran out.

looked around the place looking for something I might be able to use against him. seeing the bottle lying on the floor made me without thinking immediately grab it and hit the man's head.

"Oh! My God!" I was surprised myself because I felt that if I hit him not too hard but in fact the man was laughing helplessly with his bleeding head.

"You bastard! I told you not to touch me! You still dare to touch me!" I cursed. Even though there was a feeling of guilt I was still happy because I could make

that man fall.

"Grace?" Someone is calling my name.

"Uncle Paul ...," I squeaked seeing the existence of Uncle Paul who was looking at me.

Unlucky! why do I have to meet Uncle Paul in a situation like this? I screamed in my heart.

"What are you doing?"

"He tried to harass me, Uncle. I warned him but he didn't pay attention. That's why I hit his head with this bottle," I said honestly to defend myself.

"God, Grace!" Uncle Paul's groans sounded so frustrated. He then ordered the man who was with him earlier to take care of the fat man. While Uncle

Paul pulled my hand to get out of that place to his car.

I smiled at the sight of Uncle Paul's hand in his. I seem to forget that just now I have made a problem.

Uncle Paul opened his car door for me. I muttered my thanks before entering. Not long after, Uncle Paul also got in to sit in the driver's seat.

"Jonas will take care of everything." the first sentence I heard from Uncle Paul after he sat down.

And in that instant I realized. Oh Lord! What I have done?

"Sorry, uncle. I've involved uncle in my problem," I said. Actually I feel only a little guilty because of the situation I was just defending myself. I wouldn't have meant to hit the guy at all if he wasn't being impudent.

"Never mind. No need to think about it," said Uncle Paul. "But for the time being you can't go back to your house until this matter is over," he continued.

I believe Uncle Paul knows what's best for this problem. I just nodded like an obedient little child.

"Good girls!" said Uncle Paul, rubbing my head.

I didn't even ask where Uncle Paul was taking me. Or rather I don't care. As long as it's with Uncle Paul, I'll follow him.

'I'm sorry, Uncle. But I can't forget you like you told me to.'

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