Thirty-Seven

Thirty-Seven

- Daniel King’s POV –

By the moment I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see dad standing beside the bed. He was busy talking someone on the phone. Before I could get pissed off by his presence, I tried to recognize where I am. I remember checking in at an inn with Hannah and probably I was still here. Hannah? I turned around and I was shocked to see that she wasn't there.

Where is she? I was sure that I slept next to her. And how the hell did dad know that I was here? Maybe Hannah told him? No way. She won’t do that. I’m sure she won’t.

"Fix yourself, young man. We are leaving.” Dad ordered. And I won’t be surprised if he sounded like commanding. He usually ordered everyone around as if he was the big boss, which pissed me off.

"You can’t order me around as if you own my life.” I protested as I fix a glare at him.

He frowned, "And you can’t talk back to me like that. Knowing that I am your father.” His tone was tense and he emphasized