I walked inside at a bar and sat down frowning, I looked up and my eyes got watery. How could he do that to me? When a person says he loves you, it's suppose to mean something right? Or it's just to fuck your mind up?
My phone rings and I smile.
"Hey dad." The bartender walks up and smiles. "Tequila." I whispered to him. He winks and grins at me. He is very cute, by the way, but not my type.
"Hey sweetie. Are you free tomorrow?"
"I think so. Why?" I ask smiling to the bartender while he puts my drink down.
"Well, tomorrow would you like to meet some friends of mine? They're your age." I laughed.
"My age? Seriously dad? What've you got into?" He chuckles. "But yeah. I would love to meet them."
"Great. So, how's it goin'?" I sigh. How can a stupid thing make you feel like shit?
"Good, I guess. You?" I chuck the tequila down. The burning sensation felt good somehow, but it made me feel shittier than ever.
"Happy. Finally." I smile knowing those past few months wasn't that good for him. "Tom shut up a lil, will ya?" I hear a mumble and a lot of a cussing. I giggle and rolled my eyes.
"I gotta go, dad. See ya tomorrow!" I huff a little scratching the back of my neck.
"I'll send you the address. Bye princess, love you."
"Bye dad." I hang up and lower my head feeling the tears coming back again. I let a few bucks on the table and jogged to get out of here.
I look at the moon and sight. Where am I suppose to go? Home? I can't do that, 'cause the bastard is still there, but I can't avoid him forever... Or maybe I can. Fuck it, I'm gonna sleep in my car.
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I'm kinda new at these writing stuff and I'm actually really nervous to publish this book, so please don't judge me 'cause I know two languages and it confuses me sometimes.
I'm trying to correct myself all the damn time, so sorry if there's words it doesn't make any sense...
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