Abused broken and Rejected

Lucy PoV

By simply looking at the glass of whiskey on my table, made me forget everything about my disastrous teenage life. 

My first love and boyfriend dumped me on our graduation day. He went to the states to study and didn't come back even until now. 

My life is full of thorns and stains. 

"Waiter, another glass, please!" I called for the third bucket of beer and one bottle of whiskey. 

After ten years of waiting, my life is still the same. It's better to die drinking than living with regrets. 

"Here ma'am," the waiter said after serving me. 

My eyes were heavy and my body feels weary. I gaze tipsy and smiled at him. 

"Thank you" I mumbled.

The karaoke bar was filled with loud people. You can find anything here. Minors, adults, married people, widows, the LGBT community, and even singles who were being cursed to be alone forever, and I was one of them. 

I grab one bottle of beer and gulped it all in one shot until I almost choked by the drinks themselves when I heard a man's voice near me.

" Looks like you're in your death wish, pretty lady" his voice sounds familiar. 

I lean on the table and simply tilted my head to face him. I was not in my good state like I'm about to throw my bile somewhere. His face seems blurry since the alcohol is now wrecking my entire sanity. 

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked me. I just nod my head even I wasn't. 

"I'm good. See, I can stand on----" I stood up but hadn't finished my words when I bump into his biceps, and I accidentally vomited on his tuxedo. 

"Fuck, what did---" he sounds pissed when he pushed me away from him. 

I heard the waiter came and check on us. 

"Is everything okay, sir?" He asked him. 

I saw the guy help me by putting me on his back. He piggybacks me. I thought he's mad at me. 

"We're good. I'll take her home. Don't worry." The effect of whiskey took me over until my mind feel hazy and no one knows what happened next after the dark shade enveloped my sights.

Kent POV

My life ends as I got a call from Eloisa's gynecologist that she had a fatal illness. We lived together for almost ten years and we were not lucky to have a child. Now, I know why she keeps pushing me every time I do intimate things with her. She can't have sex with me because she has stage four cervical cancer. What's the use of being married to her if my life is miserable and useless. 

I loved my wife so much but I'm a man too. I need someone to touch me and to be satisfied. I don't want to go home yet because every time I came, I heard her screaming in pain, and it's tormenting me. It's better to stay outside than to see my wife in pain. 

I took one gulp of whiskey and pour another glass again. As my eyes wandered around this crowded and loud bar, my eyes stop at a woman who was sitting in front of me. She was wearing a white blouse and a high waist silk skirt which made her look classy and sexy. Her ebony hair is hanging just above her waist. She seems drunk and alone. 

I stood up from my seat and walked towards her. She noticed me. I cleared my throat. 

"What is this pretty lady drinking alone in a place like this?" I sat beside her. 

She was leaning her face against the table while intensely staring at me. She is cursing her life and fate. 

"Are you talking to a useless and ugly lady like me?" She said and laughed at me. 

"I think you drink too much!" I told her and about to help her but she tried to stand and accidentally bumps into my arms and to my surprise, she let out bile from her mouth. 

"Shit!" I frowned. 

The waiter noticed us.