Dilara

Chapter 94:

'I didn't do anything.' Adriano replies.

'Ok so Dilara is insane and crying by herself?' Xuan asks, coming next to me.

'You need to stay out of things that don't concern you.' He snarls.

'Or what,' he asks.

'I'll show you what,' Adriano replies.

He punches Xuan in his face. Xuan pushes him to he ground and punches him a couple good times.

'Guys stop!' Amira yells.

'It's Dilara's Birthday for God's sake.' Zoya yells pulling them off each other.

She takes two knives out of her waistband and puts them against both of their throats.

Adriano gets up and wipes his bloody mouth with the back of his hand.

'Your a fucking asshole.' Mimi snaps.

'I'm hope you and that girl are happy together.' I slur, picking up my cake. 'You two can go to hell for all I care.'

I put the cake all over his face and then open a new bottle of beer. I pour it all over him and then throw the bottle at him.

'Fuck you Adriano, I'm done.' I slur.

I grab my phone and purse, and walk out.

'Great you just ruined her night.' Alora snaps.

I hear Mimi yelling at him and she follows behind me.

Alessandro, Terzo and Xuan follow us, holding all my presents that they got us.

'Dilara I'm so sorry,' Xuan says.

'It's fine,' I reply. They put my presents in the back of my car and Mimi takes my keys.

'You're too drunk to drive.' She says.

I nod and get in the passengers seat.

We say goodbye and Mimi drives us off.

I look down at my phone and see an text from and unknown number.

??: Happy Birthday Di - C

Me: Thank you

I save his number and turn my phone off.

'Everything's gonna be ok,' Mimi says as she parks.

She helps me as I stumble back into the house.

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'Come on get it all out,' Mimi says holding my hair up as I vomit into the toilet.

I cough and spit.

'Ugh this is the worse day ever,' I groan, slumping my back against the wall.

I vomit again and she rubs my back.

'This is why you don't get too drunk.' Mimi mutters.

I get up and flush the toilet. I wash my face, and Mimi hands me some Tylenol and a glass of water.

I walk downstairs and slump into the couch.

My phone beeps.

Christianto: How was your day?

Me: so bad.

Christianto: wanna talk about it?

Me: Come pick me up please.

Christianto: on my way.

'Are you feeling better?' Mimi asks.

'Yeah, is it ok if I go out for an hour or so?' I ask. 'Just for some fresh air.'