GET BACK ON YOUR FEET

Mirabel was heartbroken and as she drove off, she screamed so loud.

“Screw you! How could you do this to me?” She shouted in anger and threw the flower at the already gone car.

She moved closer to the river bank and rested on the rail and started crying.

“Why would Brandon do this to me? After trusting him so much and doing my best for him, he left.” She muttered under her breath, with hot tears rolling down her cheek.

Then she headed towards a bar and then sat down.

“Bartender, give me two bottles of any strong alcohol you have here.” She said, not minding the way he looked at her.

The bartender dropped the two bottles before her and returned to attending other customers, waiting. Mirabel gulped down the drink and then she poured a shot for herself and drank again.

“That bastard. How dare he fool my sister and I?” She bit her lips in pain and was barely holding back the tears.

Then she took five more shots at one go and was beginning to get drunk.

“Hey, beautiful miss. I think you ar