Ava's Pov
"Hey miss, your sister came here three months ago with her friends. Your sister has red hair, right?" The bartender asks.
"Actually I don't have a sister, I'm her." I reply my voice coming out hoarse.
My throat hurts, I cried and screamed way too much.
"Want to share what's on your mind?" He asks.
"No. Actually, I need a drink that is stronger than the one I had the last time."
"If you are drunk, who's going to take you home? You can't..."
"I don't need your advice, what they employed you to do here is to sell the drinks to customers without telling them to drink or not, isn’t it?" I snap.
"I'm sorry, just um there is a..." I cut him off with a raise of my hand.
He talks too much, I'm having a migraine. My eyes are red too, I can't just stop crying.
"It hurts more than
