Life & Love of the Tormented

Chapter Twenty Three

I step out of the club and the cold air hits my face and I come to the realisation of how fucking drunk I actually am... I can't even stand up straight and I'm wearing fucking converse.

  Fuck.

  A+ for me for getting myself completely white girl wasted!

  Woo!

  I have to sit down on the pavement, the street is blurry and the lights appear like they're swirling around me.

This is going to hurt like fucking hell in the morning.

  I'm not sure how long I've been sitting here for. It seems like time is moved in slow motion. I hold my head in hands as I continue trying to get myself together when a familiar silver car pulls up in front of me. My vision isn't clear thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol I forced into my poor body over the last six or so hours but I can sort of, maybe, make out who's car it is.

  I ...

  Fuck...

  Realisation hits me like a slap to the face.

That's...

  I forgot I'd messaged Carter...

  "Hey You", he says in his perfectly warm tone.

  I look up, my bloodshot alcohol glossed eyes meet his crystal clear blue ones.

  "Hey Carter", I mumble out, completely mortified.

  "Come on, let me get you home.", he reaches for my hands and pulls me to stand. Once I'm on my feet I sway slightly, stumbling over my own shoes.

  "Woah, steady, how much have you had to drink?", he asks me.

He's so calm and caring... Even after how I treated him.

  "Umm I'm really not shhh sho sure", I say trying not to slur. "I've been drinking since I left your house", I admit honestly.

  Carter wraps me in his arms so I don't fall before lifting me off my feet and pulling me to his chest. Hooking one arm behind my knees to cradle me.

  Oh my fucking god does it feel good to be held by him. And oh my fucking god does he smell good.

"Mmmm", I moan a sigh of satisfaction out loud then nestle my head into the crook of his neck. I breathe in the scent of his aftershave deeply. I hear Carter laugh lightly before kissing me gently on the top of my head.

  Once he sets me down inside the car, on the passenger side seat and buckles my seatbelt, my eyes immediately begin to shut. I'm fighting hard against the alcohol that's swirling through my body. It's trying to drag me into the nothingness...

Oh how I crave the nothingness...

I'm so close to giving in to it when Carter asks for my address.

  "Hmm?", I reply, snapping my head to face him. I didn't hear his question. My eyes continue their fight to stay open.

"Your address? What is it Amelia?", his voice is warm and soft.