Life & Love of the Tormented

Chapter Fifty Four

I spend the night tossing and turning. I couldn't sleep after the texts Carter sent me. Maybe he was just horny? Not that it changes anything... or does it?

"No it doesn't change a thing.", my conscious whispers, reminding me.

She's right. It doesn't. Even if he was just horny... I still have a lot of stuff to work on and he can't be involved in any kind of way while I do that.

Eh.

  And here I thought I was getting somewhere. Now after those messages I feel like I've taken a few steps backward.

  What the fuck?

  I just want to text him and fucking blast him. But there's nothing else I can tell him that he doesn't already know.

  I need to block his number. Cut him off completely.

  But we all know I don't have that kind of will power. A part of me will always want him... in any way I can have him...

  I roll over and turn my phone on. I'd turned it off after Carter's last text. I just had to shut it out.

  Out of sight out of mind.

  One new message flashes on my screen. Of course it's from Carter. He sent it about an hour ago.

I open it with caution.

  'Amelia, I'm sorry of my texts may caused discomfort last night. I was drunk and not thinking clearly. I hope you're well.'

  ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?

  I can feel the anger boiling in my throat. He can't fucking send texts like he did last night then text shit like that this morning!? And signing off like it's a fucking work email!? 'I hope you're well', gross. Who the fuck does he think he is!?

  Before I can think or argue my fingers are moving rapidly. Typing out a very colourful message designed especially for Mr Carter Schmidt!

I tell him to delete my number. That I think he's a fuck wit and he should know how hard this is for me as it is and if he cared for me at all he'd remove himself from my life... LIKE WE AGREED ON!

  The fucking bastard!

  Just as I go to hit send I hear a blood curdling scream followed by something smashing come from the kitchen at the opposite end of the hall.

  What the fuck was that!?

  I scramble off my bed hurriedly, discarding my phone, with the unsent text and running toward the sounds. There's yelling back and forth. It's Mum and Ria and someone else... a man?

  When I run toward the screams and the worst case scenarios are playing in my head... Is this a house invasion? Is someone hurt? Who the fuck is the man? My guard is up and my shoulders are incredibly tense.

  Upon entering the kitchen, the sight that comes before my eyes is much like a train wreck. For a second I consider that this situation is probably much worse than anything I was imagining... Just in a different way, I want to look away but I can't.

  Mum is almost completely naked up against the wall of the dining room with an equally as nude man pressed against her front with one of her legs in his hand.

  Ria is stood, still in her pyjamas, with a mess of broken coffee mug at her bare feet and her hands smashed tightly against her face. She's yelling things that I can barely understand and Mum and her male 'friend' are yelling and screaming apologies.

  "What the fuck is going on in here!?", I shout while sheltering my eyes.

  "Oh fuck!", Mum exclaims.