Chapter Fifty

Damien's POV

I concluded that it would be better and much easier to tell Darla about Lauren in person than if I did it over the phone – I could let her know how important it was for her to keep quiet about it – so I didn’t argue when she told me that she was coming to the house.

“You can come, Darla. There’s something important I want to tell you as well,” I told her, hanging up the phone and coming to the reminder that I was drunk.

Picking myself off the floor, I staggered to the living room to place my head on the headrest of a couch to prepare myself for the conversation I was about to have with my sister.

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“Damien!” It suddenly felt as if I had been suctioned into a new life as I opened my eyes to find Darla looking at me with confusion on her face.

“Did you drink the whole bottle of this?” she asked, raising the bottle of vodka to my view.

I could barely give her an answer as I held on to the bridge of my nose to stop my head from explod