Daddy's Little Angel
The bartender asked.
“One more glass,” I murmured, my tongue heavy, the words collapsing on themselves.
“Shall I call somebody for help sir,” the bartender asked, his voice full of concern.
“One more glass,” I barked hard. I don't need anybody.
“Shall I call someone for you, sir?” He asked once again. I nodded.
Offcourse I needed only one person to be there with me, Alina.
“Call her,” I whispered, taking out my phone with trembling hands. The screen lit up, as I brought my phone out and her name lit up. I called her.