He hadn’t started the night out planning on being arrested for disorderly conduct but somehow that was what had happened. His alcohol riddled mind was having a difficult time understanding exactly what had led him to the uncomfortable bed in the holding cell at the Sheriff’s station. At the moment it was a miracle Chris could even comprehend that much. A location. By the time the deputy had gotten him through the doors he’d barely been able to walk and it had taken two of them to drag him, legs going limp, into the cell.
Chris was currently slumped against the wall, a terrible smell hitting his nostrils. It took him a few moments to realize that he had emptied his stomach on the floor next to him and that was the origin of the stench. He was starting to drift into unconsciousness when the door opened.
That was an unexpected call.
Chris Argent was held in custody.Of course John wouldn’t let anyone else get involved.He’d personally take care of this.Chris has saved him,his son and everyone he cares many times so he felt like he owed it to him.After all who could blame him for losing control for once?That past year brought nothing but pain to him.First he lost his sister -or thought he did- then he is wife and on top of it all his daughter.Even after all that he always managed to keep a straight face.Appear calm,collected,strong.That is why John admired him and respected him so much.He quickly headed to Chris’ cell.
The sight of Chris at his current state was heartbreaking.That straight face was gone and replaced by a pain expression.A man as strong as him,as fearless as him was standing broken besides his own vomit.John sighed and opened the cell door.He sat on the bed,which was only a few inches away from where chris was sitting.
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