Queens, New York
22nd February, 2021
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Onika's Pov
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I skip detention and went straight to the nearest bar. What was Beyoncè going to do? Belittle me some more? I've been belittled my whole life by my father, her insults doesn't even come nearly as close to my father's. She will have to try 10x harder if she actually wants to hurt my feelings.
I drown my sorrow with rum and coke, I took another gulp of the alcohol beverage looking around the bar. It was slow, kind of expected since it was a Thursday afternoon.
"You wanna talk?" I look at Seiarra the bartender.
I shook my head no "Thanks sexy but I just want to drink" I say taking another gulp of the drink.
"You always do this, you know?" I look at her confuse wondering what she meant by that, I guess she picked up on my confusion state because she continued "Everytime something is bothering you, you end up here. It's like you don't deal with your problems, you just drink them away" She says.
Shorty made it seems like she actually knew me.
"That's not true" I say placing the glass down and gesturing with my hand for her to make me a next one.
"This one is on the house" She says refilling my drink. I thank her before drowning the drink letting it burn the back of my throat "No more after this though" She says drying off her hand with the white towel.
I didn't argue with her, I knew I went over my limit by the slur in my words and my coordinations badly off.
"I'll call a cab for you" She says.
I thank her mentally in my head. The alcohol taking its effects on me, I couldn't even mutter a sentence correctly. Maybe I drank too much.
"Will be here in 5" She says sweetly. I got off the stool but couldn't even hold up my own weight "Gary! Help Nicki out, please" She call for her Co-worker.
I felt masculine hands wrap around my waist making me look up at the man, he was big a guy. "You-" before I could've finished I hiccup making me pout "Yo-" I start over but I let out a next hiccup.
I wanted to tell him that he look like Steve Harvey with that ugly ass mustache he had.
I just let him carry me outside into the cab. I let the driver carry me home. I decided I wasn't going to be a burden to Ty and his family even though they welcome me with open arms.
I needed to face my problems sooner or later anyhow. Maybe it wasn't a good idea facing them drunk.
I gave the cab driver whatever change I had in my pocket I'm sure he'll have a field day because I pretty sure I gave him a 100 dollar bill with some change.
I stumble up to my house and unlock the door. I look at the nearest couch and decided to rest my head.
I woke up with a throbbing headache. I stood up stretching making my bones crack in pleasure. I yawned walking towards the bottle of whiskey my dad had out. I pour me a glass and drank it. To cure a hangover, drink alcohol. An old time friend thought me that. His liver was probably fucked up by now, I laugh at the thought.
I look around the empty house and realized how lonely I was. I sure as hell didn't enjoy my father's company but it kind of made me feel less lonely being in this huge house.
I pull out my phone and dial Lauren's number. I told her to come over and she said she will be here in the next 20 minutes because of traffic.
I walk through the house looking at picture frames to keep me occupied. I pick up the frame that had my mother's and I picture in it. I trace my finger over the smile on my face, where did that smile go? I miss it.
