I blink my eyes open when I sense someone's presence around me. I spot Alex, kneed down in front of me with a concern engraved on his face.

"You okay, Angel?" He inquiries smoothly, trying to conceal his worries.

I nod in positive, "Yes I am, can we just go from here? I really want to leave this place." I ask more like plea him.

Get a grip girl!

"Of course. C'mon." He stands up, offering his hand for support.

I take it quietly and wills myself to stand up. Shrugging his hand off, I straighten my or Syd's 'now wrinkled' dress, I just hope she wouldn't get mad for this. He motions me to move forward by parking lot where hundreds of car are parked.

We stop by a car, I can't tell its modal but I can tell by it's fancy looks, it must be expensive one. I don't know anything about cars, despite Logan's undying love for them. We, I mean me and Bella don't share his sentiments and how he would grumble that he needed male best friends.

I really miss them.

Alex opens passenger door for me. I slide inside buckling seatbelt. Moving across he takes driver seat and starts car.

He glances at me from the corner if his eye, "Do you mind if we take a quick stop by Shine?"

I recall his cottage looking beautiful cafe, were we first met. I shake my head, "No, of course not."

I'm greatfull that he even came here for me at first place, without really knowing me well.

He smiles, "Great. I was at work actually, when you called. I just have to pick a file from there."

My eyes widen factionally, "Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't have any idea about that otherwise I would have never distu-"

Cutting me off, he speaks gently, "I don't mind, really. I'm glad you called me."

I feel terrible.

I groan mentally berating myself for being so clueless. How could I patronize his work like that? Of course he was at work. He is still in his work suit that I didn't notice before.

"Still I'm sorry. I feel awful." Remorseful, I apologise.

He chuckles at me, "Who said I did that for free? No freaking way! I did it because now you owe me two lunch treat." Giving me a wink, he turns back to front.

I smile, feeling a bit lighter. I'm really thankful of him, apart from the guilt I feel.

Silence fills inside and I don't really want to associate at the moment. I just want few minutes of silence. With a sigh, I lean back closing my eyes.

That man's hands are touching me everywhere, I'm trying to remove it but can't. I try to scream but no sound comes out. I'm crying and flailing from inside but from outside I'm numb. The man speaks dirty word as he continue to touch me, removing my dre-

The jerk of car to stop has me gasping for air as my eyes snap open from horrible dream, no, nightmare. Taking few breaths, I wipe my forehead before I look around and find Shine outside my window. We both get out of the car.

Just like the first time, it dazes me by the manner it grants me a calm homey environment from very first step inside it. It still has plenty of customers despite the time.

"Here," Alex's voice brings me out of my speculation. I look up to see him pointing at a empty table, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be there in no time." Throwing one last smile, he disappears behind closed door.

Moving over empty table, I perch on a chair. Now in familiar atmosphere, I'm feeling a little better than before. Whether I was drunk before or not but I definitely am more sober. I still don't want to recall anything that happened earlier but at least now I don't have tears to shed or maybe I'm too tired for another meltdown.

He is not worth you tears!

That's right he is not but why my thoughts always go back to him? It doesn't matter how much I want ignore him, fate always ends up with him before me. It doesn't signify the fact my traitorous heart chooses him at the end.

How much it can endure him before it finally breaks apart? Neither I have any idea nor I want to find its limit. I scarcely wished to live my life solemnly and make my parent proud and now I've no idea, what I'm wishing for.

Ughhh. Stop it!

Exhaling a breath, I observe around me to distract myself. I watch a family on table opposite me, man and woman both seem around mid thirties, a toddler is on man's lap and a kid, who I assume would be about seven-eight years old, is at the adjacent seat from mother. They seem happy, content and it looks like they are here to celebrate something.

What I wouldn't give to have my that day back where I was my dad's princess and we are were happy like them. Just one day, it took just one day, one minute and few seconds to destroy my happy laughing family, leaving me here between wolves. I don't think I would have survived too, if it wasn't for grandma, Logan and Bella and my therapist.

Don't go there!

Releasing a breath, I remind myself to call grandma and my two other friends sometime tomorrow. It has been quite time since I last talked to them.

I catch a young looking girl in waitress uniform approaching me with a tray in her hand. "Miss." Nodding, she places the glass down.

"You must be mistaking. I didn't order anything." Informing, I stare at her.

She licks her lips, looking nervous as she opens her mouth to say something but stops when another voice beats her to it. "That's all Ella. You may leave."

Girl politely but somewhat forcibly nods at me and Alex before practically running away. I realize, Alex is her boss maybe that's why she was nervous.

Furrowing my brows, I ask, "What is this?" Pointing at the green liquid in a glass.

"Oh this is a special drink, recipe by grandmother, it will help you to sober up and also your headache. C'mon try it." He tells me.

"But I'm not..." I start to protest then I think of better, maybe I'm still little less sober.

Bringing the glass to my lips, I take a sip with uncertainty. I close my eyes as I wait for bad taste to collide but it doesn't, in fact It tastes like ginger spicy tea, which is quite good.

Green colour?

"But why it is green?" I ask, confused.

"It has some herbals. How is it?"

I nod, absentmindedly, "Yes, it's good, really good."

I silently drink it. Feeling more easy by the time I finish it.

"So," he starts, staring at me seriously, "What happened back in there?" There, he finally lets out. I know he was itching to ask this, I could see it and I knew he would ask eventually.

'Oh nothing much. I was humiliated by jerk whom I kissed after, who thinks it as mistake, then I was harassed by some psycho rapist and I found the jerk, having sex with some slut.'

I stop at the 'slut'.

What was that?

I get angry just by thinking about her because ugly jealousy shows its colour but I have never been this judgemental before. No matter what, I had never thought of ill for anyone, intently.

What the heck is wrong with me?

Not sure.

Sometimes I really hate my inner self. One minute it is melting against his sweet touch, begging for more, next it cussing him like no tomorrow or one second it's snarling me orders and next it's of no use, pretending to be confused.

Remembering Alex is waiting for reply, "Nothing serious. It's just party is not my thing, maybe that's why I got a panic attack." The lie I use is not exactly a lie but somewhat truth, I try to convince myself to get rid of the guilty I'm having.

He looks unconvinced but nods nonetheless, before changing subject, "How are you holding up?"

"Truth or lie." I smile.

"Oh well, lie will do." He returns his own boyish smile, making him look a lot younger.

I roll my eyes dramatically, "Its wonderful, amazing and outstanding. I don't ever want to leave this place." I finish snorting at the end.

He gives a loud laughs, earning some attention but nobody chastise him, perks of being owner.

"Is it really that bad?" He questions when his laughing subside.

You have know idea.

Before I can answer him, my phone buzzes silently, stopping me from speaking any further.

Taking it out I check, who is calling.

Sydney.

Oh crap!

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