Elena

I put Ava at the back seat carefully. She’s wasted and nothing I say to her she would be able hear.

She smells of alcohol and I want to yell at her for playing the game. She’s knows she’s bad with alcohol yet she joined, I wonder why.

Shit, I squeeze my fist trying to calm myself. My anger is not about Ava drinking herself to waste but the fact I had to lose my shit because of that fucking bitch. 

That was a warning anyway, she fucking won’t believe ...