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he said bitterly. “I know,” I said with a dry chuckle. “But right now, I would do anything to have her see me like this. Anything, just to have her see me, I don't care what state she sees me in. I just want to know she's okay.” My voice cracked at the end. I cleared my throat when Sabrina appeared with a tall glass of pale yellow liquid. “Drink this, it would sober you up real quick,” she said, handing it to me.

Pov Samantha. After hours uncomfortable, because wanting to change my wet panty, finally, I'm done with everything, ready to go home, and be able to take a cold shower that calms the heat of my body, since it's always burning with desire, and more after I became obsessed with Fernando Laureti, I say it's an obsession because there is not a day that I don't think about him, And now that I have him close even more, though, I know how to hide it very well.

It's better to be numb and deaf to the rest of the world than to think and begin to relive the most horrible day of your life. Unable to answer Xazix's question, I stand from the couch and take huge strides to the fridge where I retrieve the only non-alcoholic beer in the fridge. Jasamina and the baby made me stop drinking alcohol. For a woman who had shook hands with physical violence, I'll only scare her of I go around the house slurring and staggering. Besides, I wouldn't be much help to her if I'm brain dead to the world. "Here." I say to Xazix handing him one of the cans in my hand.

Ray sighs behind me. "Not as much as I plan on," I reply briskly, placing the bottle on the counter. I chug down my drink and it heats my throat, leaving me with a strong urge to pour myself another glass. You could say I'm a fucking addict, but tequila has always been it for me. "Dude, what are you talking about? We both know you've never been a good drinker. Booze drives you insane. Makes you do the craziest things. Isn't that why you quit drinking? What the hell is going on with you tonight?!"

I had no ideas so I considered taking a shot or popping a pill to activate my intelligence but I had to take care of the twins so I decided against it. I may have forgotten to mention the fact that I do take pills and drink alcohol a lot but I don't smoke. Or maybe I intentionally skipped that part because people can be judgy and by people I mean you. You're even judging me right now, I can feel it. You're now trying to not judge me because I can see right through you but it's not working. Now you're shrugging physically or in your head because you don't give a fuck anymore and I'm beginning to disturb you a lot and make you uncomfortable so you're acting like you don't care.

I hate crowds, so why am I here? In a pub with noise and more noise, shitty beats in the name of music. Maria slides a glass of iced coke to me, I make a face and take a sip while she gulps the weird content in her shot glass with a grimace. Lucky her. I need a clear head and sharp mind for tomorrow’s fight.

I tried my very best to walk straight but my sight is getting blurry, as I reached the restroom I locked myself on one of the cubicles " Shit, Ithink I was drugged" I whispered BRO why did you give Oab those drugs? I heard someone is talking outside. "I did not give it to him, he bought it" the other one answered," he said that he needs that one for his boyfriend" he added So it means that the powder that Oab pour on my drink is not medicine? it is drugs? I'm doomed. I took my phone out from my pocket and dialled Singto's number I need them today.

“Why do you think that?” She sighed. “Because I’m still trying to figure out how to live my life sober, just as it is. I need to be able to cope with stress from my job and my Mom without a drink. And if I were to throw in a romantic relationship, and all the emotion and energy that it would involve, it would just derail everything. You know? It would be a major distraction from the work I still need to do.” “OK. So I’ll wait until you’re ready to be with me.”

I didn't even know what I was doing, which was so frustrating. “Why are you so nice to me? You keep giving me mixed signals, which annoys me so much.” I dropped my hands and tried to pick up another shot when he stopped me, because if I took one more, then I would definitely pass out. “We need to get you sober.”

“Because I wanted to.” The honesty in his tone disarmed me. No excuses, no calculated words. Just the truth. My heart hammered against my ribs, and I found myself looking away, unable to hold his gaze. Silence fell again, thick with tension. I focused on my coffee, gripping the mug like it was a lifeline. My mind screamed a hundred thoughts at once, but my mouth refused to form any of them. Before I could attempt a reply, my phone buzzed loudly on the counter. I snatched it up, grateful for the distraction. Serena’s name flashed across the screen.