TW — DRUNK DRIVING

CHAPTER FIVE // FROM CHARMING TO ALARMING IN SECONDS

RILEY SAT ON THE COUCH IN HER HOME finishing her fourth glass of wine, pouring another as her eyelids grew heavy from all of the alcohol in her blood stream.

Two weeks had passed since Riley had visited or had a drink at the Mayan clubhouse, not since that morning when Bishop began to question her about drinking. Riley had promised she wouldn't come around the clubhouse anymore ( since her drinking had become a problem for everyone apparently ) and as the last remaining Teller, she would keep that promise.

A sigh left the brunette's red stained lips as her phone began to vibrate across the coffee table. Of course not showing up to the clubhouse for two weeks had sent her phone into a frenzy.

Missed calls, unanswered texts, and unheard voicemails filled her phone from various Mayan members wondering where she was and if she was alright. Marcus had messaged her a few times trying to assure her that Bishop was just worried, but Riley didn't get a fuck.

The Teller woman was so sick and tired of everyone acting like her drinking was such a fucking problem. Every member of the Mayans and SAMCRO drank — excessively too. So, why was everyone giving her worried looks and disappointed glances whenever she threw back a few drinks?

With a roll of her heavy eyes she hastily picked up the still vibrating phone. "Stop fucking calling me." Her voice like venom as she slurred into the phone.

"Uh, hey, it's Brooke." A nervous and confused voice said on the other side. "I was wondering if you could come into the shelter for a few hours tonight. We got a new litter of puppies and could really use the extra hand." She explain after moment as Riley remained silent on the other end.

Riley stared at the half empty bottle of wine in front of her. She knew it was the best choice to tell Brooke 'no', say she had been drinking and wasn't in the best state to drive right now, but maybe it was because of all of the alcohol in her system that Riley's judgment was clouded and the word 'yes' stumbled from her lips.

"Really? I mean that's great!" Brooke said with relief. "I'll see you in a little bit?" Her tone more of a question than a statement — trying to assure herself more than anything.

It was no big secret that Riley Teller enjoyed alcohol, and the only reason she got to stick around the shelter was because she didn't come in drunk and she was really good with the animals. It was also frowned upon to 'fire' someone based on what they liked to do on their downtime— drinking wasn't an illegal activity.

"Yeah." Riley nodded as she stood up from the couch, her cheeks flushed from all of the wine in her body. "I'll be there soon." The brunette promised the woman on the other side of the phone before quickly ending the call and slipping on her shoes.

Riley closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath as she told herself to get it together before grabbing her car keys and sliding on a pair of shoes before exiting her house.

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RILEY HADN'T MADE IT VERY FAR before bright flashing blue and red lights pulled up behind her, forcing the brunette to pull over. A groan left her lips as she quickly pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the officer to make his way towards her.

"Hey, Franky." Riley greeted the cop with a smile as he walked up to her window. "Did I miss a stop sign or something? You know I'm still getting use to these roads." She added with a small laugh.

"Hey, Riley." Franky greeted as he eyed the brunette, his eyes searching the car to see if anyone else was inside with her. "You alright? You were swerving back there, almost went off the road." His eyebrow rose slightly as he stared at the brunette waiting for an explanation.

"Oh, yeah." Riley waved a dismissive hand towards the cop. "I just got a call from the shelter that some new puppies came in and they need all hands on deck. Guess I'm just excited." A lazy smile took over her face as her words began to slur together.

A sigh left Franky's mouth as he shook his head. "Come on, I need you to step out." He said motioning with his head for Riley to get out of her car.

Riley's forehead furrowed in confusion at Franky's request. "Why? What are you talking about?" She questioned while rubbing at her heavy eyes.

She was so tired now, and all she wanted to do was get to the shelter to help with the puppies and then get home, crawl into her bed and sleep.

"Don't make this difficult, Riley. I can smell the alcohol on you and you're slurring your words. Come on, get out." His tone was firmer and more authoritative this time.

"Whatever. This is fucking stupid, Franky." Riley went from confused to angry in split second. "You know, there's real crime being committed right now and you're worried about me." The brunette scoffed as she stepped out of her car, leaning against it for support.

Franky ignored her rant as he pulled a breathalyzer out. "Drinking and driving is a real crime." He stated matter of factly before holding the device up to her face. "Blow." He added.

"Fuck you, Franky. I'm not doing your stupid fucking test. This is bullshit. Take me to fucking jail because I'm not doing it." Riley spat as she looked at the device in his hand with anger.

The cop shook his head while running a hand over his face. "That's really what you want, Riley? You want me to handcuff you and throw you in jail tonight all because you don't want to take a breathalyzer? You know we'll just get your levels at jail." He said, trying to reason with the brunette in front of him.

If he didn't have to haul her into jail then he didn't want to. It saved him time and a mountain of paperwork, plus it saved him from making a call to the scrapyard about this.

"Do what you have to, officer." Riley said nonchalantly as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Riley Teller, you're under arrest for noncompliance and suspicion of drunk driving." Franky stated as he pulled his handcuffs from his belt. "You have the right to remind silent—"

Riley tuned out Franky's words as he placed the cold metal handcuffs on her wrist and walked her towards his waiting squad car.

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THE CELL FRANKY HAD PUT her in was cold and uncomfortable. Riley thought she would of been use to the uncomfortably of a jail cell now, seeing as it wasn't her first time in one, but she never could.

The sound of footsteps made Riley look over at the door, hoping it was Franky on his way to let her out. She couldn't deal with spending a night in here—she needed her bed, not the cold metal thing they called a bed here.

"What are you doing with your life, little girl."

Riley's eyes grew wide at the sight of Happy standing there with a toothpick clenched in his tighten jaw and disappointment stretched across his face.

Of course it was Happy. She had never changed her emergency contact from him after changing it from her mother to Jax to him. It just went to show you how fucked up her life had been that she had to change it three times—two of them dead being the reason.

"I'm living it, Happy." She was certain his question was rhetorical, but she answered it anyway as a humorless laugh left her lips.

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AN —
sorry it took me so long to update! my hours at work are all over the place so I'm trying to update whenever I have early shifts or a day or two off. Thank you for all the votes and comments! ❤️