Ryan's Point of View
I sat in the car, the car was filled with the thick, suffocating scent of alcohol.
The stench clung to the leather seats, mixing with the faint traces of her perfume, I felt irritated with the smell of it hitting my nostrils.
Isabella was slumped against the window, her body laid as though it had lost breath, at least for the occasional mumble that escaped her lips, I knew she was alive.
"How can someone be such a pathetic drunk and still can't stop." I mumbled my eyebrows low, my lips in a straight line, lines on my forehead, I was more than irritated.
Her head lolled to the side as I made a sharp turn, her drunken form completely at my mercy.
I gritted my teeth, my hands holding the car wheels as though my life depended on them, my legs hitting the pedals hard at different times.
