Chapter 4

Even though my head, back, and left wrist hurt, I insisted on getting dressed. I wore black leather pants and a black halter top. I paired it with black ankle boots. I let my hair down to my waist and put makeup on my face. I hid the bruises I got earlier with makeup.

I immediately drove to the bar I always go to. I don't care if Apollo sees me. I want to forget everything that happened. I want to get drunk tonight. and I'd rather get drunk at a bar where I'm comfortable.

A lot of people were there when I got to the bar. At times like this, the crowd really gets bigger, so sometimes I go early to get a seat in front of the bartender. I should add that there are a lot of guys blocking me now who want to talk to me.

"Hi, miss. Are you alone?"

"I'm with myself, and she doesn't like you either." I said this to a man who tried to block me. He retreated so I could pass safely.

I smiled when I saw that no one had taken a seat where I usually sit. Immediately, the bartender came to me, smiling and looking at me. He leaned on the counter and gave me a smile. I immediately noticed his eye color. Just like his name.

"Still as savage as ever," he said, and I smiled. It seems that he saw my confrontation with the man earlier.

"I'm not their kind of girl, you know." I said, flipping my hair while smiling sweetly at him. "But maybe I'll try to flirt tonight," I said, winking at him.

"What change?" she frowned when he asked. Every night I'm here, he's always the bartender. He knows that I just drink and don't talk to anyone. I know what the men who approach me want. Men. They all wanted the same thing. And that is sex.

But I don't seem to care anymore. I don't care what will happen to my life anymore. Whose reputation is it that I care about? To be respected? To love? How can I get that if my own mother can't give it to me? That's why I feel like I don't deserve all the respect and love in the world.

"Anyway, I thought you wouldn't come today. It's a good thing haven't sat in your place yet."

I smirked. So that's why no one was sitting in my seat. The fool reserved it.

"Thanks, Gray." I said, and he just winked at me.

"The usual?" he asked. I shook my head.

"Martinis," he said before leaving in front of me to taste what I ordered. I just laughed.

After a couple of minutes, he came back. I said my thanks, and he just nodded before leaving to take care of another customer.

I sipped my drink. I immediately felt a rush of heat in my throat. All right. This drink is no doubt a hard drink. I drained the contents of the glass and closed my eyes when I felt an immediate hit. I smiled.

Damn this life.

"One more Martini, please." I said, and Gray immediately mixed my drink. I winked at him when he handed me another glass. He just shook his head.

I was on my fourth glass when someone sat next to me. At first, I ignored him and just kept drinking. I'm tipsy but not drunk. And I wanted to get drunk, so I ordered one more.

"Damn it, Daphne. That's a Martini and not a freaking glass of water." Gray said as he handed me my fifth glass. I sipped my drink and felt my eyes spinning.

Now, this is what I am talking about.

I looked at the man next to me, who had been staring at me. Not even shy about looking away. He's good-looking, alright. I licked my lips and stared at him too.

"What?" I got his attention because it looks like he just wants to stare at me all night.

"You're so pretty. I can't take my eyes off you."

I was upset and just ignored him. I still thought I could try this one now. But it was ruined because of his lame pick-up line.

I continued drinking, hoping that I'd forget my hellish life. Even for a moment. I don't want pain anymore. I'm sick of being sick. to the beatings I receive from my own mother.

Why can't my own mother accept me? Is it because I am the result of sin? Is it because my father is the man who raped her? Is it because my father and I ruined her life?

I laughed. Why am I still asking? I know the answer too. I know that when Mama sees me, she remembers the pain and what she went through. I know she is hurt when she looks at me. But why didn't she just abort me if he also wanted me to die? Why did she bring me back to life? I wish we weren't both suffering now. I hope she is happier without me.

I fucking hate my life.

I stopped thinking when I noticed that the man was very close to me. His right leg was already touching my left leg. His arm was placed on the back of the chair I was sitting on. His body is facing me sideways, so it's like he's locking me up. I faced him, and even though I was dizzy from being so drunk, I looked at him with a cold look.

"Let's go somewhere private," he whispered. I tried to get away from him, but he grabbed my shoulder.

"Let go, you jerk." I tried to emphasize my speech, but I was really drunk. I saw Gray just standing and looking at us while smiling.

Thank you, Asshole.

The man made me stand up, and I stopped screaming because I was so drunk. I try to remove his grip on my waist, but I don't have enough strength for this man. It's annoying. Why did I get drunk like this?

Ah, I remember. Because of my hellish life.

I felt the man walk, and he was pulling me, so I followed him. I tried to stop him, but he didn't want to stop. I looked at Gray again to ask for help when someone spoke.

"Easy there, bud. That girl is mine."

The man holding me stopped. I tried to look at the person who blocked us, but I only got more dizzy because of the mischievous light inside that bar. All I know is that he is a man. I squinted my eyes and looked at the new guy again.

Is that Apollo?

"Sorry, dude. I was the first," said the man holding me. I tried to walk again, but I struggled.

"I said let me go, jerk!" I repeated it, but I still didn't have the strength to get away from him.

"Let her go, buddy. You won't like what I'm going to do." said the man who blocked me, and I'm sure that it is really Apollo because of his voice.

But what is he doing? Is he trying to save me again?

"Gallagher!" I heard Gray's voice greet Apollo. Gray was smirking, while Apollo had a serious look on his face. "Dude, that guy is Apollo Gallagher. If you don't want to get banned from this bar, I suggest you let that girl go."

When Gray said that, the man quickly let go of me. I would have fallen if someone didn't hold my waist and help me stand up properly.

"I'll take you home." Apollo said, and I quickly shook my head.

"No. I don't want to go home."

I don't know what happened next. I just realized I was sitting in the passenger seat of a car. I looked at who was driving and saw that it was Apollo. His face was very serious, and his jaw was crying. It's like something is making him angry. I closed my eyes again when I felt dizzy.

"You'll be the death of me, Miss Prim and Proper." I heard Apollo mumble. I wanted to ask him. I wanted to ask what it meant, but sleepiness and drunkenness slowly engulfed me.