Life & Love of the Tormented

Chapter Twenty

After breakfast and a few coffee refills later I'm gathering up my car keys and phone to head home to shower and get dressed.

  "I promise I'll be back in an hour", I say to Carter as he walks me to the front door.

  "Just buzz when you get here", he says.

  "I will... try not to miss me", I say as I kiss him goodbye and walk out the door.

The drive home is fairly quick and as I pull in the driveway I see Colton's truck and remember he's staying with us for the weekend. Fuck.

When I walk inside the house I find Colton laying in nothing but a pair of black jeans, on the couch in the living room watching some slasher film. He looks away from the TV as I enter the room looking me up and down.

  "Walk of Shame in its most glorious form", he says raising his arms at me.

"Ha Ha, fuck off!", I announce louder than intended.

  "You got plans today?", I ask him.

  "Yeah, catching up with a few of the boys for lunch, what about you? You wanna come with?", Colton replies.

"Nah I've got lunch plans too", I say.

"With ahh, ya friend from last night?'", he asks.

  "Yeah?". I start to walk towards my bedroom hoping this conversation will be over soon. I was quite enjoying my little Carter bubble. Please don't ruin it Colton.

"He's the guy from Starbucks isn't he?", Colton calls out to me.

  I stop and turn, "No it's not. It's just a mate, a mate I occasionally sleep with.", I shrug, trying to be as casual as possible so he can stop being nosy.

"Oh yeah and since when does Miss Amelia Black sleep over, have breakfast and then go to lunch with just a mate?", he asks smugly.

Fuck you Colton you prick! Stop getting in my business!

  "Fuck off, he really is just a good friend, we hang out and have a laugh and occasionally fuck, just like you and I used to... It's no big deal", I feel guilty even saying that and slightly ill to my stomach.

  Carter and I have NOTHING like what Colton and I used to have... We were just friends who used to sleep together when there was no one else to sleep with I guess. But with Carter... It's so much more than that. Colton is more like a brother to me now and I can't believe we even used to... Ehh I'm grossing myself out!

"Oh yeah fair enough.", he says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Thank god, my bullshit story has worked and he's stopped pressing.

  I proceed to my bedroom and head to the ensuite, turning on my shower. I pull Carter's t-shirt off over my head and when I turn around Colton is behind me standing in the doorway of the my adjoining bathroom.

  "Oh my fucking god Colton, what the fuck!?", I yell pulling Carter's shirt close to the front of my body so he can't see anything.

  "Chill the fuck out, I just want my toothbrush and shit. I'll get myself sorted in the other bathroom", he says reaching for his toiletry bag in my sink.

"Oh okay well hurry up and get the fuck out!", I'm kind of annoyed. Who the fuck does he think he is just waltzing in to my room! Dick!!!

"Nice tat by the way, you didn't have it the last time I saw you naked", Colton says as he walks out.

  What a douche.

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  Once I'm showered, have straightened my hair and applied a face full of make up, I pick out my underwear, a purple and black bra and g-string set. I grab an extra g-string and put it in my little black handbag. You know, just in case Carter rips them again. Just thinking about how confident and masculine he was in the moment makes my cheeks flash red. Fuck. I miss him already.

  I pick out a black denim ripped mini skirt, my black and white converse and a black, cropped t-shirt with '666' across the chest.

  Cute.

I finish getting my handbag together and head for the garage.

"Have fuuuuuuun!", Colton sings out in a mocking tone as I pass the living room.

  "Fuck off idiot, it's just a lunchtime fuck", I reply, cringing at my own choice of words to describe something that is ALOT more than just a lunch time booty call.

As I approach my car door, giddy for the first time ever and happily able to ignore the darkness in my head, my phone goes off.

  *Ding Ding*

  I look down at my phone in my hand, smiling, expecting it to be Carter hurrying me back.

  A text from 'Bradley Vanderson', appears on the screen. A pit in my stomach forms, what the fuck does he want!?

'Hi, how are you? Any chance you are free this weekend? Damon would really like to meet you. He is your half brother after all. And I'd really like to get to know my daughter some more. Dad x'.

  Dad? What an overly confident choice of words! I don't fucking need this shit right now! I don't need him! I never have! Why the fuck does he have to pop up when I'm feeling good for five minutes!? And what for!? To rub it in my face what an amazing father he is to Damon? AGAIN! One he couldn't fucking be to me!? Fuck his text! And fuck him!