UNFAMOUS [BOOK ONE] (A Wattpad 'Featured Story')

Ch. 11 | Fast & Furious

Carter holds me steady as we weave through the backstreets of Brixton to locate his car. Every street we turn down is darker than the last, leading us further away from the bright city lights. Each time I ask Carter where he has parked his Mercedes he tells me that we are almost there -almost there seems a long way away from society. I'm beginning to get that uncomfortable flutter in my stomach that you get when your instincts suddenly kick in, but it's too little too late; we have turned so many corners that I'm no longer sure where we are or how I can get back. I'm too drunk to run away successfully.

"Why did you park all the way out here?" I ask to keep myself calm as the feeling of extreme discomfort continues to grow. If I keep talking I can delay my hysterics.

"It's more convenient?" he replies.

"Convenient for what?"

"Parking." He looks at me, "You seem a little shaky, princess; you okay?"

"Yeah, I think I'm just a bit woozy," I blame my nerves on my alcohol intake.

Carter stops walking and places his tattooed hand on my cheek. He strokes it softly.

"You wanna stop for a bit?" he asks in a concerned tone. I look around at the murky surrounding with all the locked up warehouse windows reflecting darkness back at me. This place probably looks less threatening during the day, but right now it looks like the last place I need to be.

"No. Maybe we should just go back to the girls." I suggest quietly. Carter furrows his thick eyebrows.

"My car is right around the next corner."

"That's what you said the last time." My tone sounds a little too panicked for my liking.

Carter frowns, "It is." He grabs my hand and drags me down another dark back road.

My throat is bone dry; my breathing has become loud and erratic. I want to scream but I know it would be futile because my voice will not project loud enough, and the fact that there isn't anyone else within a one mile radius doesn't facilitate much either. Carter's finger squeeze my hands so that I can't slip it out of his, something I've been trying to do as subtly as possible so he doesn't get suspicious. I'm forced to stumble after him. Making a run for it is probably inane, but at this point my gut is telling me that I would be sorry if I didn't even try.

"Let go of me," I squeak. Carter glances back at me as we round the corner, clearly fractious with my growing resistance.

"What is your problem Rio? You wanted to go home so I'm taking you home," he snarls.

"I want to go back!"

"Why? The car is right there!" he yells in an exasperated tone pointing at a black Mercedes jeep a few feet ahead. I blink testing to see if it was a chimera, but just like Carter had said, his car was parked right around the corner.

I stand dumbstruck, staring at the shiny midnight vehicle.

"You really were taking me to your car?"

Carter pulls a set of keys out of his jacket pocket and clicks a small button on the small device with the Mercedes emblem on his key ring. The cars headlights flash and the alarm system beeps once.

He shoots me a venomous look, "Where else would I be taking you?" he asks sceptically.

I drop my head ashamed of my assumption. I daren't tell him of all the awful things that were running through my mind, but my silence speaks volumes.

Offended, Carter lets go of my hand roughly.

"Are you being serious?" he yells running his hand over his face in disbelief.