Bad Girl vs Bad Boy

Chapter 3

I was beyond pissed. I don't even think pissed is the word for how much anger is pulsing through my veins at the moment. Nobody. Nobody disrespects me and lives to see the next day.

When I was eight, Damon taught me how to pay attention to important details. For example, if I was inside a car with an asshole, pay attention to the amount of turns we made which way we turned, and how many stops we made.

"Look, Grey, this is important," Damon spoke as I tossed a baseball back and forth in my hands. "You need to pay attention to little details, even when you think they're so worthless to even think of. Remembering them can save your life."

"Why can't you be a normal father and go toss the ball with your kid?" Moms voice came from the kitchen doorway, Damon's jaw clenched as I stared into his eyes.

He suddenly grabbed the back of my shirt, making the collar pull back on my neck, choking me. I took in a deep breath.

"She's my kid, and I'll do what I want with her," he shot back, she looked at my struggle to breathe, but nothing came from her lips. She walked away.

I figured the party must've have been over by how cars were leaving and the music had now died. I saw my bike still parked in the same spot as I left it.

I pulled the keys from my pocket as I approached my bike, I pulled the helmet from the handlebar and stuck the key in.

"Love?" A voice called, but I recognized it as soon as I heard it. I looked over to see Reece walking over my way. "You're a little late to the party."

"Is that so?" I asked with sarcasm sharp on my tongue, he laughed as he nodded. I caught him as he stumbled into me, I could smell the alcohol radiating off him. "You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk, you're drunk," he slurred, he looked up at me and his eyes went to my neck. "What happened?" Dammit.

"I fell," I replied as I threw one of his arms around my shoulders. "Where's your car keys?" He reached in his pocket pulling out a pair of keys, I snatched them from his hands and slipped them in my pocket. "Do you even remember where you live?"

He laughed as if that was the funniest joke I had ever told, I was losing my patience by every second that passed.

"I live here," he said once he started to sober up from laughing, I rolled my eyes as walked him up to the front door. I supported Reece with one arm while I use the other one to open the door. "You came to party."

"Yes, I did," I answered, I looked around at the trashed house and then at wasted Reece. Damon would beat my ass if I did this. I was about to head to the living room, but he jerked me towards the stairs. "Goddammit, Carter." His body weight overruled mine as he shifted us both towards the stairs.

"I want to go to bed," he slurred.

"I'm not your mommy," I whispered through my teeth, I started up halfway dragging him up the curled stairway. "A little help would be greatly appreciated." I tossed his jelly arms over my shoulders before I started back up the stairway.

Once I reached the top of the stairs, my legs gave out letting both of our bodies crash to the floor.

"You are truly helpless," Carter spoke, but his voice was clear, not slurred. I shot up from my spot, looking over at completely sober Reece Carter. "You really thought I was drunk?"