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Chapter-16: EVIL

Dina's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe he was doing this to me for some random girl he had met like a few hours ago.

I angrily dumped the plates into the wash basin and began scrubbing them. I noticed that some of the previously used plates had already been washed. I raised an eyebrow and continued washing the plates. After I was done, I checked the clock. It was around half past three. No one usually came to the shop during this time of the day.

I sat down at one of the tables. The pain in my abdomen had started to creep up again. I groaned and made my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and squealed in delight when I saw ice cream. I knew I wasn't supposed to do it but I couldn't help my self.

Ice cream is the remedy for everything. Cramps as well as heartache.

I quickly grabbed a bowl and a spoon from the cabinet and dumped three scoops of ice cream in the bowl. Vanilla was not usually my favourite flavour but something is always better than nothing.

I had started shoving the ice cream into my mouth when I saw the restaurant door open. Drew entered alone.

"Nora had some work. She left.", Drew stated sadly.

"Thank God.", I muttered to myself and continued eating my ice cream, a little more humanly this time.

I was happy that Nora was gone but I was still angry at Drew.

I decided to give him the silent treatment for as long as I could.

"Is there any work left that you want me to do?", he asked.

I pretended not to hear him and happily stuffed the ice cream into my mouth. And no, I don't have sensitivity.

"Dina?", he said.
"Talk to me.", he said firmly.

I rolled my eyes and completed the last bit of ice cream that was left in the bowl.

He grabbed a chair and sat down beside me. I pushed my chair away.
He again moved closer to me.

"What is wrong with you? I'm trying to start a conve-", Drew started.

I cut him off by abruptly getting up, grabbing a cigarette and my lighter from my bag and heading to the ladies washroom.

I walked into the washroom and lit the cigarette.

"Don't do it, Dina.", I heard Drew's voice from behind me.

"Get out of the ladies' washroom.", I told Drew, my eyes wide.

"At least you're talking to me now.", he said with a grin.

I tried pushing him out of the bathroom but he stood firmly in his place.

"I won't leave until you put that cigarette down.", he said firmly.

"What will you do if I won't?"

"Just don't, Dina. Please."

"I'm sorry Drew. I can't. And why should you care, anyway?", I asked coldly.

"I do care, Dina. And you know it's killing you slowly. Why are you so stubborn?"

"What's the point of living anyway?", I said, throwing the half burnt cigarette on the floor.

I walked out of the bathroom and did not say anything to Drew for the rest of the day. He kept trying to talk to me but I would avoid him.

Finally, it was five in the evening. I left the keys on the counter and made my way home. Drew would lock up.