I was shocked to that sudden series of events. My heart was beating wild in fear, violence, and this guy's coolness.
"Mind your own fucking business," my father replied. "She's a fucking sex worker here and not a customer to be entertained."
"Doesn't make her less of a person to receive that treatment," he replied. I was shocked he was protecting me! I don't even know him!
My father was already irritated given the fact that this guy was meddling between us. He then grabbed my hand away from that man and pulled me away from the crowd.
"I brought you here and lowered my fucking pride in front of Peter, so you can have a fucking job because you're fucking useless." He hissed. "I didn't drag you here to sit your ass off there, and flirt and get a drink you can't fucking afford! Look at you!"
He pointed at the dress I am wearing.
"You're fucking covered! How are you gonna get sone customers from it?"
