The Good-Girl's Drink

Grace left Fillo's apartment feeling confused. She didn't know exactly what she's feeling right now. Anger? Shame? Scared? Disappointed? Everything was mixed together until Grace couldn't tell the difference.

Even on the way home by taxi, Grace couldn't cry. She was so confused that she became absent-minded. It was only when her body touched her bed that all the emotions she had been holding in for a long time poured out uncontrollably.

"AAAGGHHH!!!!"

Grace hit her pillow several times to channel all her frustration. She cried like crazy. Her hand reached for the table lamp to throw. But suddenly her senses returned.

Grace now realized... all the memories about the three of them flow like a broken embankment and the flow of memory could no longer be contained.

"Ahaha, our sweet Grace. We will love you forever," said Agnes.

"Baby, I can't wait to make you mine forever," said Fillo.

They treated her like a fool. Giving her all the sugar talk but they both stabbed her in the back. Like a fool, she always smiled and thought that their love for her was genuine.

"Lie! Lie! Lie! It was all a lie!" Grace screamed for the last time before her body gave up and she slumped back onto the cold marble floor.

Her sobs still remained. Not as hard as before. Grace held her chest which felt very painful. Her tears started to completely wet her face. Her ears kept ringing with the insults they were saying behind her back.

A goody two shoes. Nerdy prude girl. Holy Mary Grace. A good girl. She thought it was all a compliment but it never crossed her mind that they mocked her all the time right in front of her face. What a shame.

Grace laid there on the floor for a while. And finally, she slept after tiring herself crying her heart out.

(From: Papa)

Grace, I'm sorry. I think I'll stay in the office tonight. Don't forget to have dinner, sweetheart. Papa loves you!

Grace read the message and typed a short reply to her father. She, too, won't stay at home tonight. She would have her own me-time tonight. Grace looked at her phone once again. Thinking that she would ask her friends to accompany her to the club.

But she remembered, all her friends were Agnes's friends too. She didn't want Agnes to know that she successfully ruined Grace' life.

With a taxi, Grace took off to the new club. It was a club that she never visits. Grace didn't want to go to the club she used to go to before because surely some people there knew her because she often visited with Agnes.

Grace was not someone who likes to party. She didn't even drink alcohol. Since her eighteenth birthday was a mess due to drinking a glass of vodka and Grace got very drunk, Grace promised herself never to touch alcoholic drinks again.

She would just enjoy the social atmosphere where she could hang out with her friends, forgetting the hectic world of college.

She came down and showed the fake ID card that Fillo and Agnes made together for her. They deliberately made fake ID cards with the age of twenty-one years old to enter several clubs with a minimum age. But it didn't matter, soon her twenty-first birthday will arrive and Grace could throw away the fake ID after this.

Grace entered and found the club atmosphere was quieter. Several people were already dancing on the dance floor in beautiful clothes. Grace only wore a dress with spaghetti straps with the hem of the dress only covering half her thighs. The black dress fitted her body perfectly.

She sat at the bar and immediately ordered a glass of orange juice.

The bartender looked confused to see his new customer.

"You new here, sweety?"

"Hm-hm."

"Waiting for a friend?"

"No. I'm just alone."

"But orange juice?"

"Please just give it without asking."

"Alright, if it's just orange juice I'll give it to you for free," said the bartender, winking at Grace.

The girl took a deep breath.

The sound of music pounding behind her made Grace forget the words ringing in her head.

(A goody two shoes. Nerdy prude girl. Holy Mary Grace. A good girl) their mockery still haunts her. She shook her head and made her brunette wavy hair fall over her shoulders.

The orange juice she ordered had arrived and Grace drank it slowly to cool down. Not realizing the presence of a man who was now sitting next to her.

(Oh, Fillo. Now you make me feel bad for our lovely little Grace. She is still my best friend though)

"Stupid fool."

Grace wanted to curse but she couldn't. Her mouth couldn't process any curse words. She never cursed in her whole life. Agnes used to make her curse but in the end it sounded so awkward and Agnes said she shouldn't ever utter any filthy words since then.

She was raised a bit more religious than any of her other friends. Maybe that's why they mocked her? Grace touched her cold forehead and sighed.

She called the bartender.

"Yes, sweety? Want to order something other than a good-girl's drink?"

Good-girl's drink? Is that what they call the orange juice? Grace clutched her purse tighter. Yes. She would order something other than the good-girl's drink.