Don't You Dare Lay A Finger On Her

Don’s POV

I stirred as sun rays from the window hit my eyes. My eyes finally fluttered open and I turned myself only to realize I was sitting in a chair. Memories of last night came flooding in and I realized I had fallen asleep on the chair I had sat on while annoyed that Claire had not come home and all my efforts to find her after realizing Nick was dead went down the drain.

I tried to get up but my knees felt like jelly. I also had a splitting headache and it felt like my head was going to explode. My vision was a bit blurry too. I was having a terrible hangover. I sat back in the chair and ran my palm across my forehead for a while before I attempted to stand up again.

I succeeded after a third attempt and for some reason, I poured some of the remaining liquor in the bottle on the table into a tumbler and downed it in one gulp. My face twisted as it burned the back of my throat.

I managed to walk myself to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face, then brushed my teet