ELLA
My mind was spinning as I sat on the barstool. The waiter had refused to give me anything strong because I’d passed out the last time.
But he was wrong. I wasn’t trying to pass out this time. I was trying to build enough courage to fight Adrian and finally let out all the anger festering inside me.
It felt like I couldn’t trust anyone anymore.
What else is going on that I had no clue about?
“Should I call Jay to help you out?” the waiter asked, his voice cautious.
I squinted at his nametag, leaning in closer. “J...a...m...e...s,” I mumbled with a giggle as the alcohol began to hit me.
“Yes, ma’am. That is my name,” he replied, shifting backward like I was contagious.
“You want to call Jay to help me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and letting out a dry, humorless laugh.
“Yes, m
