[COMPLETED] Bentley Hale is the best street racer in the Bay Area, but everything changes when she becomes wrapped up with Harry Styles, the new official racer for the Oakland Kings gang. Bentley's got a wicked mind and the attitude to match, but so...
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I'm going to take the throne this time
All the words all mine, all mine
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BENTLEY
Rumer and Zayn had been working on the Mustang since their arrival, but we had to wait for a ton of parts. I had Dorian and Allegra helping us with everything we could do without the extra parts, like taking out unnecessary things to lighten the car. Allegra had come in really worried yesterday morning about a visit that Luna and Harry paid her in my shop.
Let's just say that I'm not happy.
And I'm carrying now.
I never thought I'd have to carry my gun on me again, especially considering I was never really scared of anything. If they had pulled that shit on me I'd be fine, but Allegra? They crossed a line.
If I didn't hate Harry before, now I really did. The issue? I was overwhelmed with rage... and the issue with me is that when I max out on emotions- I bottom out.
Thank you emotional detachment disorder! Thank you so much!
I couldn't feel anything anymore... and that was dangerous. I had been medicated for my depression since my early teens, and the emotional detachment disorder is the worst symptom in my case. The issue is that my EDD is partially triggered by my antidepressants, so I couldn't use them daily like other people. I had more good days than bad, and if I was looking at my own mental illness with rose colored glasses, my depression didn't make me sad or angry... It made me apathetic.
Thankfully, Rumer and Z had been pretty good about giving me my space. Rumer was the only other person than Allegra who knew about the detachment, so he would hint at leaving me alone to Zayn, who was big on talking. I had sent Rumer back to the apartment to grab the case of diet cokes I had in my fridge, and to come back quickly, but he hadn't come back yet.
"They moved the race to tonight." Allegra informs me, bringing her phone to where I was working under the car. "Starting on Gold Links Road outside the zoo... check out the map."
I roll myself out from under the car, wiping my hands on my black denim jeans and grabbing her ridiculously large phone. "This is the farthest starting point all year." I say.
"Yeah, and look, no crossing the bridge, you have to get onto Alameda Island... only two ways on."
"Posey and Webster Tunnels." Dorian chimes in. "There's three ways out though... this is a new route, right? Haven't heard you guys discuss it before."