𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖊𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝟏𝟖+[ᴋᴛʜ ꜰꜰ]

*𝐗|𝐘𝐍|18+*

*This chapter contains sexual content and abusive language along with very mature activities so if you're underage or uncomfortable with these acts, this is your warning as this book was rated 18+ and had a warning in the prologue*

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❛You are still here, you are still BREATHING,

So it means, you are still FIGHTING❜

It's almost 6 in the evening and it's so tiring to cope with hard times, my shift started at 3 and now my body is becoming weak and my head is becoming heavy. I need to sleep but unfortunately I can't, I have to work in the club, that same boring serving and then work on the thesis paper too and I didn't even sleep last night. Doing two jobs together six days a week and attending my masters classes the rest of the day even on weekends, working on research papers, hearing professors scolding here and there.

Well mostly because of my nasty temper.

Sometimes, I feel like ending everything and going somewhere where nobody knows me and I can spend some time alone with me, to know me, to recognise me. I am losing myself and I need to handle everything no matter what. Sighing deeply, I served the last customer and cleaned some tables and finally my shift came to an end. Checking around if I left anything or not and went to the entrance to Mark was leaning against the counter, watching something on his phone as he was smiling to see something while giggling loudly as his dimples were showing so prettily. Suddenly his gaze transfers towards me and his smile fades away from his face and he clears his throat loudly.

I am leaving, Mr.Berg, my shift has been over and I placed all the essentials in the fridge which the food truck left here

I said as he nodded before shoving his phone into his back pocket.

And thank you so much for not scolding me for not showing up yesterday.

I add and he clears his throat again.

What is the use of scolding you, you do what you have to do, scolding you is so boring and fired you is my helplessness.

He says cockily and I roll my eyes.

Spoiled rich kid!

Alright, I am leaving.

I will be dropping you off to your place.

He clears his throat loudly and I raise a brow. No, I have a night shift in the bar. I can't go home now, nor can I tell him the reason.

I know your bike is put on repair.

I will catch a bus. I believe I can.

I cut him off and he rolls his eyes ironically.

Don't argue and come with me. It's an order from your boss.