As the first rays of morning light spilled across the room, Hannah stirred, her body aching and her head throbbing.
She had had way too much to drink the previous night.
Memories of the previous night rushed back, making her cringe. She glanced down at her pajamas, and suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
"Damn it," Hannah muttered to herself. "I knew drinking was a bad idea."
She pushed away the covers and sat up, her legs feeling slightly unsteady.
At least Derek was gone.
Hannah walked into the bathroom and examined the marks on her body in the mirror, rolling her eyes in frustration.
As she made her way downstairs, she heard voices coming from the dining room.
"How long have you been seeing Hannah?"
It was her brother, Lionel Chester.
"For a while now," Derek answered calmly. "Don't worry, Lionel. I'll treat Hannah right."
Derek looked up as Hannah entered the room.
"Morning," he said.
Hannah lowered her voice, "Why are you still here?"
She thought he would have been long gone after what had happened the previous night.
Derek noticed her discomfort and rubbed his nose awkwardly. "Lionel is here. I couldn't just leave."
Hannah looked anxious, afraid of Lionel saying something inappropriate.
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