GRACE'S POV:

Like any other day, I was working in the cafeteria. Serving the orders and getting scolding in return was the only thing for me. 

My name is Grace. I am 19 and I work as a waitress in a small cafeteria nearby. Being a waitress is not my dream job but, I work here so that I could earn to feed myself and to pay for my livings. 

Why? Because I live by myself. I have no one. I'm alone. I'm an orphan. 

I didn't saw my mom-dad for even one time. They left me the day I was born. Why? I don't know. 

Was my life that useless for them? That they throw me the day I was born. 

An uncle, who caught me nearby the dustbin caught me up. He raised me but that happiness also didn't take too long in my life. 

When I was 16, he unconditionally dies because of her unhealthy state and since then, I live by myself. 

That was the day I got to know that earning is not an easy task. It takes almost your strength to earn just a penny. 

Last year, I completed my study and then I started applying for Jobs. But my bad luck, I didn't get one. 

"Grace, Please serve the order to table no. 13," 

My thoughts got interrupted when my ears reached the voice. It was Esha, another girl who works here. I smiled and took the trays from her hand. 

"Sure, I will," I told her in a soft tone and nodded smiling back.

"Thank you, Gracy," She said and I went to table 13. I placed the order there doing my work. But the boy who was sitting there wasn't looking nice. 

I can feel he is staring at me and his gazes aren't making me feel comfortable. He licked his lower lip while staring at my dress. 

Dude, what's wrong with you?

"Sir, your tea," I said and gave him the tea he ordered. 

he smirked and took the tea from my hands. I can feel he was trying to touch my hands. It was disgusting and I quickly pulled back. 

"Hey sexy, you're looking hot," The boy passed the comment on me and I glared at him. 

"Excuse me," I asked trying to figure out what he just said. The boy smirked leaning. 

"Are you interested in coming with me, for one night?" the boy asked shamelessly.

I didn't know why but I felt my blood was boiling and without wasting any other second, I gave a hard slap on his face. He held his face tightly and while glaring back at me. 

Like the fuck, I care?

"HOW DARE YOU?" The boy yelled furiously fuming. 

"You, ask to yourself what dared me. And, If you are that fucking horny then go to some brothel, You fucker" I yelled back with the same rage. 

"What's happening here?" 

I heard my boss asking in a furious tone. I turned towards him and he comes standing facing me and that guy. 

"What kind of employees do you have here? They don't even know how to talk to their customers?" The boy said to my boss furiously and I looked at him glaring. I can feel my blood was boiling again and I wanted to give another punch on his face. 

"I'm really sorry Mr. It won't happen again," My boss said in an apologetic tone. 

What? He is the one who doesn't know how to talk with a girl

"Boss, It's his fault....." I tried to tell him but he cut my sentence in the middle. 

"Shut up Grace, I always tolerated your behavior but this time you crossed the limit. And, I can't tolerate this bullshit. It making my cafeteria lose customers. I need you to quit," 

He said like if he was done. I felt my blood was boiling. What was my mistake in all this? Why always me? 

"No Boss, But it was not my......" 

"Enough, Grace. Please leave my cafe, because every time, you are responsible to bring the problems here. So it's better if you leave," 

He said. I felt like my tear was brimming but I didn't let them fall. I can't look weak in front of anyone. I don't like anyone's pity. 

"Okay," I said and I pick up my backpack and left from them glaring at the boy who was now smirking. 

Go to hell you motherfucker!

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"One glass of lemon juice," I asked the bartender who gave me a confused look. 

Of course, he will. Everyone comes to drink alcohol here and here I am, asking for a glass of lemon juice. But, alcohol is not in my diary. 

The bartender passed me the glass and I started sipping it down. I was feeling lonely. I was feeling alone at the moment. 

I wish if I had someone who can hold me, care for me and love me... I always heard that Love heals your every wound. Maybe, It's true. 

But I never experienced it. 

I never fall in love with anyone. 

It seems as if there is no one for me. 

Didn't I deserve to get loved by someone?

Am I that bad?

Tears started filling in my eyes and the drops escaped falling on the bar table. I quickly wiped my tears not wanting to get noticed by anyone. I don't want to look weak or pathetic.  I know very well to take care of myself. 

But sometimes, I just wanted to give up. I want to disappear from this world so that all of my problems and sorrows will come to an end. 

I want to put a full-stop on the problematic paper of my life. It makes me feel hurt. 

I sniffed holding my tears. I didn't want to break down in the bar and not want to get noticed by those people who are enjoying here while dancing and drinking. 

I didn't even want to go home too. It feels like a creepy cell to me. I have no one who can comfort me. Who can soothe me. I closed my eyes tightly to not to cry. 

But I wanted to.

I want to cry.

I want to let out my all sorrows.

"Drink, It might help you to feel a bit lighter,"

I heard someone saying. 

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