ZAID’S POV“Give me one bottle of whiskey,” I said, as I placed my card on the counter. This is the first time I’ve disobeyed Kuya’s orders. The first time I’ve fought back.Whenever Kuya Wade and I meet, it’s always just jokes and teasing. I never talk back no matter what he says. In our family, he is the perfect one, the praised one. Me? I’m what they call a stain, the one without direction, the one going nowhere. But tonight is different. Tonight, I couldn’t stay silent.“The hardest whiskey,” I added, saying it firmly.As the bartender handed me the bottle, Lily’s face was all I could think about. The way she looked earlier, as if all the strength in her body had melted away. Her clothes torn, lips swollen, traces of tears still on her cheeks. She looked like a broken toy, played with too much by a child.I don’t know what’s stronger, the anger I feel toward Kuya or the pain of seeing Lily in that state.She is a woman. And above all, she is a person.How could Kuya do that? How c
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