"Rinse your mouth first, and we can talk after you've recovered a bit," Grace Yakov said as she walked to her side, handing her a bottle of mineral water.
Ella Jackson took it without a word and, after who knows how long, at last finished vomiting everything in her stomach and weakly sat down on the ground.
"How much wine have you drunk? Getting this drunk, you could have easily been taken advantage of if someone found you on the road. Do you realize how dangerous that is?" Grace Yakov couldn't help asking as she looked at Ella's face, swollen and red turning to a ghastly pale.
If the person Ella had encountered today weren't her, but someone with bad intentions, she possibly wouldn't have been so lucky.
"I feel terrible..." Ella was obediently scolded and didn't talk back; after a while, she struggled up from the ground, her eyes red, pointing at her heart.
"It hurts here too..."
