CHAPTER SEVEN

DANIEL'S POV.

I woke up with a feeling of spite. My neck hurt and my eyes were probably swollen because of the drinks I'd taken last night and how long I'd slept in. I felt like shit and hated the fact that I still had to show up for work. If I didn't then it would confirm everything my father said about me.

My phone started ringing so I snatched it from the bedside table and scrunched my face when I saw the words, MUM. Oh, now she remembered her son?

"Good morning mum," I said in a gruff voice, staring at my cupboard which looked like it was attacked by an animal. I should really be more organised.

"Morning son, how was your night?"

Worst night ever. I haven't hated my self as much as I did yesterday and that Bianca chick just had to be the icing on the cake.

"It was stressful," I went with the safest word, I didn't want her to know how much Dad's words hurt me. There's no way she wasn't aware of what happened yesterday.

"Oh my poor boy," she said in a babyish way and I cringed. She