Chapter 17

It's night time...today, I dread and embrace its meaning.

It speaks of a new day yet to come...That I don't want to come. And it gives a chance for things to be done before another day is birth.

Just like Angel said, we where at the club. What other way to loose your self than in the company of insane people, deafening music and alcohol? That's exactly what we are doing. Though, it's Angel whose getting drunk while I ensure she is safe.

I watch from the counter as my Angel jumps on the dance floor and dances with some random guy in such an intimate and intense manner that made me squeeze the Bottle I was holding so tight, I was surprised it hadn't shattered.

"Easy man!" The bar tender yelled from behind the counter

I was not easing up anytime soon. I felt like walking up to them and punching that guy. Though it's all my fault and not his. What else does a father expect to witness if he comes to the club with his daughter?