"Am I cute?" she answered me but I can't believe something like that I said to someone I hate.
"Answer me Ayla!!" she held my shoulder all of sudden as if something was wrong with her.
"Chloe, you ok?" I asked. "Ok? No, I'm not ok. I'm not at all ok", she said.
I patted her shoulder and asked, "What happened? Why are you talking like that?"
She pointed toward a corner where she was sitting before I found her. Beer cans were rolling here and there making me scared.
"Did you drink them?" I asked.
"Ha"
"Chloe, answer me!!! Did you drink them?" I asked.
"Yeah I did", she hiccuped.
Gosh, why did I come down out of all this time? Seeing her getting drunk like this makes me feel guilty. all above she is pregnant. What if it will do something bad to the child?
No no, I can't let it happen.
If I keep her here anymore she will drink all the cans placed inside the fridge.
"Chloe"
"Can you hear me?" I asked while she nodded.
