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He was piss drunk again.
He was almost every night, the blackouts where better than hearing the screams in his sleep.
He was also driving.
He'd texted Cersie again.
It wasn't that Jamie's house wasn't fine, he had a rather large place in the country side courtesy of his brother, but they lived rather far apart and Cersie didn't want to drive that far so he always went to see her, she would never come to him.
There was a risk that her husband would come home, but he rarely did. He was always away hunting with his friends. Cersie said she hated him. She said he was cheating on her with a hundred different women.
He was pretty sure she was seeing other people as well, well other than him, but she had big boobs a nice ass and a pretty face, which was all he wanted. And she made him forget the screaming.
He needed her.
He didn't see the kid until it was too late. There was a bike with a kid in front of him, and then there was an empty bike flying one way and a kid another.
Shit. He thought. Shit. Fuck. Shit. If they caught him he was royally screwed. He knew he was drunk, and it wasn't his first offence, they'd suspend his licence, at the least. How would he get to Cersie? No. That wouldn't do.
He swerved around the bike and sped away.
What was a kid doing at this hour in the street on his bike anyways? Fucking idiot should have known better, its past midnight, he was practically asking to get hit.
Jamie woke up the next morning with a pounding headache back in his own house, he couldn’t remember the drive back home but his car was sloppily parked in the driveway. There was a dent in the front he noticed, from where I hit that kid. Had he actually done that? He hoped the kid was okay. You hit him with your CAR, he’s not okay, he told himself. Well he hoped the kid was alive, but mostly he hoped the police wouldn’t catch him. His license would certainly be suspended. It dawned on him that if the kid was hurt badly enough he could go to jail. Fuck. Well, there was nothing he could do about it, so he poured himself a drink and hoped that there hadn’t been a camera at the intersection.
The police knocked on his door the next day. “Mr. Lannister. Police open the door.”
It appeared as if there had indeed been a camera. There was no other way they could have found him so quickly.
“Good morning officers,” he smiled at them, “Pleasant day for a drive in the countryside wouldn’t you say?”
The officers were not amused. “Mr. Lannister you’re under arrest for driving under the influence, running a red light, and severely injuring a bicyclist.”
So the kid was alive, that was good, he didn’t think he could forgive himself if he’d actually murdered someone.
There was no point in resisting so he let himself be handcuffed and put into the back seat of the police car.
Father would be furious, he must be turning over in his grave. The thought made him smile.
“Something seem funny to you?” asked the officer in the driver's seat. He was young, in his early twenties, with dark hair and a long face. He couldn’t have been in the police for more than a year.
“Just thinking about how you’re a worse driver sober than I am drunk.” he replied.
“Is this a joke to you?” The young man seemed genuinely upset. This would be fun.
“Absolutely not! You might hit someone! My life is at risk.”
The man’s face turned red, “You fuc-” he started.
“Snow! Enough.” the other officer interrupted, “And you,” he turned to Jamie, “shut up.”
“Very well, I was simply trying to answer the officer’s questions.”
They decided to ignore him for the rest of the ride. When they pulled up in front of the police station Officer Snow turned around to look at him, he was still angry, “The boy you hit is my cousin, he’s a brother to me, so if you thought you were going to get off easy on this, think again.”