Avery’s POV.
I was standing by the bar about to gulp another cup of alcohol down my throat. My mother told me father would be here to sell that b***h off and I came expecting to see her humiliation and make me the happiest tonight.
“You! Give me another drink.” I snapped at the short white boy standing and smiling foolishly at me.
“Do you want more alcohol or some fruit juice now? You look too young for all the alcohol you consume.” His tiny voice came off as very rude.
“f**k you! Give me my damn alcohol. And next time, don’t you dare refer to me like that..” I replied, almost breaking off at some point.
My voice came out more like a drool. I was already very drunk but didn’t care. I took the glass cup and turned on the stool I sat on by the bar to face my father and his bidders.
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