ANGEL
The bartender slid another shot of tequila across the counter. I stared at the amber liquid, it wasn’t numbing me as it was supposed to. Nothing was working tonight.
Maybe I needed more. Something even stronger. I wanted to black out, perhaps if I did, the pain swirling in my chest would fade away.
I gulped it in a single swallow. It scorched down my throat and pooled in my stomach, but even this shot of alcohol didn’t provide release, rather it synergized my emotions. The tears had stopped, it was clear that it didn’t work on Daddy anymore. Even if I cried and cried, he wasn’t going to change his mind. He’d already decided to cut me off. And I still didn’t know the reason. I still didn't believed that it was about security, what had his argument with Daniel been about? Was he w
