Chapter eighty seven: The elephant in the room

DAMIEN POV

I am tired of being poked and probed by every strangers that walks through my doors like I am piece of meet without any consideration for my feelings. They all act like I should be grateful that I didn’t die in the accident. I get it, but being in the wheelchair and being told what to do isn’t fucking easy also and I wish someone will fucking get it.

This isn’t me!

Being this weak and pathetic is eating into my soul.

I just fired the last fool that tried to control me. The imbecile thought because I was in a chair that he could get away with running his mouth rudely. I am going to make sure he never works again.

I lifted the wine bottle from the floor and took another heavy gulp. Alcohol have been my saving grace since I came home from the hospital, especially after Lily walked out.

The inside of my heart felt as if it was on fire, the rage swirling inside me at the thought of that ingrate made me see red. I can’t believe she abandoned me so callously.

“Fucking wheelch