Life & Love of the Tormented

Seventy Four

AMELIA'S POV

I decided I would be the one to drive back to Mum's house from the beach. Carter has continued to sink coronas the entire time we've been here. His eyes are blood shot and when he's tried to speak his words are noticeably slurred.

My Mum, William and Ria think he's hilarious because his usual quiet persona has become loud and humorous. Other than the few nasty digs he's made towards Jarrod. However, they aren't wrong, he is quite funny and so are the comments at Jarrod.

He's let his childish, playful side show, which has been great and I want to enjoy it but I know for a fact this is all an act and just a ploy to keep his mind from thinking about his Mum.

"Keys please", I ask Carter as we approach his car.

"I'm fine to drive bub.. babe.. baby!", he says as he stretches his shoulders back, straightens his spine and forces himself to try and sound sober.

"You're drunk babe, I'll drive, I've only Pepsi", I say smiling sweetly and holding out my hand to him.

"You don't trust that I can drive?", he snaps.

"No.", I reply bluntly, almost snapping back at his change in tone, just as he trips slightly and stumbles over his feet.

I roll my eyes and laugh, relaxing again, before giving him a sideways look.

"Come on just give them to me... Please", I ask, still laughing at his expense.

"Nope!", he replies.

My laughing stops and I tilt my brow down as if to warn him that I'm not fucking around.

Because now I'm not. He's wasted. He can't drive and I'm not fucking letting him.

"Just give me the keys please", I ask again, my tone turning cold.

Carter reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his car keys.

"I never let bitches drive my car", he says with a smirk and crosses his arms over his chest and dangles the keys on his index finger. He's trying to wind me up but I'm not taking the bait.

"Luckily I'm not a bitch then huh?", I say, letting go of my annoyance and relaxing again, smirking back at his smart mouthed arse.

  As I snatch the keys from him he's surprisingly quick and grabs my wrist with his other hand.

  "Quick for someone who's pissed", I say, teasing.

"Not a bitch? Or just my bitch?", he voice lowers, questioning me seductively. He spins me around and pins my wrist against the metal of the car and cages me in with his free hand. My back presses against the cool glass of the car door window.

I laugh lightheartedly, "I'm no one's bitch. Now get in the car baby, we can do this at home", I say against his lips as he leans in to silence me with a kiss.

He grips both of my hips and lines the front of his body up against mine aggressively. I can feel his cock begin to harden in his shorts but the smell of beer off his breath makes my stomach turn. He is so fucking tanked and as much as I would usually want him to take me against the car, right here in the car park, his alcohol consumption is killing the mood.

"Alright, you've had a kiss, now get in the car please", I ask nicely again, batting my eyelashes as best I can up at him.

Carter rolls his eyes dramatically and sighs before releasing my body from his hands and throwing them in the air above his head.

"Oh here we go, honeymoon phase over already!", he turns away and shouts as if someone else was around who actually gave a fuck about his little drunken tantrum.