Vodka therapy is the best kind…

Bea's POV

I walked away from Josh's house, my heart heavy with a mix of emotions. Josh and his mum had apologised for his dad's behavior, but the sting of his insensitive comments still lingered. I needed a friend, someone who understood, so I called Jess and asked her to come over. As I opened the door to let her in, my eyes were already welling up with tears.

"Hey," Jess said softly, giving me a tight hug as soon as she stepped inside. "You okay?"

I shook my head, my voice cracking. "No, not really."

We moved to the living room and settled on the couch, both of us with ice cream and vodka in hand. It was like a makeshift therapy session, and I desperately needed it.

"So, spill it," Jess said, her voice a mix of concern and determination.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. "Josh's dad... he asked me if my real name was Bea, and then he asked if I didn't use my real name because it's a 'black thing.'"