The lost smile

Chapter-2

Sophia POV

6yrs later

The club was packed and the music was loud. I slouched to the black region, keeping my hoodie on to hide my face. This was the location where I received my drugs. I looked for Austin, the man who had sold the drugs to me. I got the urge to sniff the drugs first thing in the morning, so I need them as soon as possible.

Suddenly, I was hit by a gust of powerful alcoholic breath with a cigar aroma. I pushed him away from me as I turned around. In a stern tone, I ordered him, “Don't you dare to get close me.”

“Come on, darling, I was having a little fun,” he said in a sultry tone.

He then removed a drug pocket from his pocket and swayed it left and right. I rolled my eyes and snatched it away from him.

“Give me the packet and this money,” I yelled aggressively. In response to my response, he smirked and moved closer to me. I knew what he was up to, but every time he tried to act wise, he was rejected. In the sunshine, I knocked down to him, and he groaned in pain. Then I took the packet from his grip and tossed the cash in his face.

I grabbed the packet and exited the club. I'm addicted to drugs and drink, but I'm not stupid enough to do something with someone only once.

This addiction is the means by which I am able to forget about the events of my past. I've lost everything in my life, but only God knows why he's allowing me to live after my father's death. I wish I hadn't asked for the water that day, since he would not have come to my rescue. He would still be alive today. After his death, neither the memories of my molestation during my kidnapped nor the remorse of my father's death have left me. My mother also left me because she believed I was to blame for his death, and she is now married to Alexander, an old friend of hers. Everyone else has moved on with their lives, but I am still stuck in the past. I pulled off to the side of the road and entered my dorm.

In my room, I always sniffed narcotics or drank booze. My father gave me a sizable sum of money, which I put to good use. I snorted the narcotics from my pocket. Everything gradually blurred, which calmed my anxieties and senses. These drugs and booze belonged to my family, and they provided me with piece of mind.

Tears fall from my eyes and moisten my cheeks all of a sudden. I'll never forget my kidnapped days. Those kidnappers held me captive in a dark room and fed me a burger for a day. When I tried to flee from their capture and phoned my father for assistance, they went beyond their limitations.

They savagely beat me and shred my clothing. One man attempted to be personal with me, but his contact instilled in me a sense of self-hatred.

He kissed, slapped, and grabbed me firmly. Those touches gave me nightmares, and I was afraid to let anyone near me. My father approached me in my dreams and, as usual, he soothed my hair. It helps me relax. I gradually fell into a deep slumber.

My mind was spinning the next day, and I was in excruciating pain.

Anyway, I drew the medicine from my bedroom drawer and drank it with a glass of water. I had to use the restroom to freshen up. My phone rang while I was getting ready for college. Similarly, I was ignoring the call, yet it continued to ring.

I took up the phone and heard my mother's voice. “We have a meeting with the corporate advisers, be here,” she remarked in an irritable tone. She didn't inquire about my well-being or express any concern. She believes I am to blame for my father's death, which is causing me a great deal of pain.

“I am not your servant, Mrs. Reed, to take your order,” I told her.

She snarled at me, saying, "How dare you talk to me like way around your mother."

“As long as you talk to me in the same tone, Mrs. Reed,” she said.

“After what you did to us, this is why you're alone. It wasn't enough that your father sacrificed his life for you, and now this business conference is dedicated to him."

With contempt in her voice, she continued, "In exchange, you're giving him this." She recognised the weak spot and went after it head on. Her statement made me feel guilty and hurt.

“I will be there,” I texted her after cutting the call.

I'm in desperate need of a drink after this emotional roller coaster. I had a drink and left my college bag on my bed, but my alcohol bottles were empty. As a result, I donned my casual sports t-shirt with tight leggings to show off my physique. I took the key to the car while wearing my hoodies over my t-shirt. I drove to the pub to get some booze. In addition, I arrived at the pub and went inside. There was loud music playing and a strong odour of alcohol.

I also ordered a bottle of tequila and vodka. The bartender seemed enthralled by my order.

I rolled my eyes and raised an eyebrow, completely oblivious to his amusement. I grabbed the bottle and was about to walk away when a group of inebriated boys blocked my path. My tequila bottle was destroyed and drained by one lad, while the other laughed at it. I didn't feel like entertaining them. I tried to move forward once more, but the other boy grasped my wrist.

This irritated me to no end. I turned around and pushed him in the face without hesitation. The other boys understand that I am a challenge for them. They dashed away, leaving the tequila bottle on the floor.The boy that I punched, on the other hand, was holding his nose and looking enraged.

He got up and tried to attack me, but I was able to deflect all of his punches. I'm an alcoholic, a drug dealer, a smoker, and a fighter. I learned to box because it is the only way to give me the ability to kick any man in the shins. In addition, I sat down in my car and opened the bottle of tequila, which I began to drink. I didn't wait until I got to the dorm to finish the bottle. As my mother had requested. I drove to Mr. and Mrs. Reed's house. Yes, she is my mother and her second husband, but our connection was solely for the sake of the name.

I missed my father terribly; he was always there to encourage me, and my mother adored me, but our lives had changed dramatically.

In front of me, my eyes well up with tears. Everything became hazy all of a sudden. I lost my balance in a split second and heard a loud thudding sound. Within a few minutes, my head was smashed against the steering wheel. My car's side window cracked, slamming into my face. I was knocked out and heard a commotion.