Chapter 8

Jasmine's POV

I received a phone call from my little sister right after I stepped out from my place of employment. She needed me to come get her and take her home from a bar, she had a few drinks. And by a few drinks, I meant she was heavily drinking and now she was intoxicated.

I found the pub after walking for half an hour. She was sitting at a table, surrounded by beer bottles. Her eyes were slightly closed and she holding onto a beer bottle like if she was holding on for dare life.

What the hell?

"Zen, what are you doing?" I asked her furiously, embarrassed to see her in such an unusual state.

"Hi *hiccup* Jassy." She answered.

"Come on, get up. I'm taking you home!"

"No I'm not ready as yet anymore. I need to finish drinking this beer."

"What the hell are you doing Zenia?" I asked angrily at her again.

"Drinking this beer. I just told you that. Duh!"

"Zenia, listen to me. You need to stop this. This isn't going to solve anything."