Lady Racer

Chapter 10

I was surprised to see Weston in my room and waking me up. I figured he was long gone by now after he seen me break down the night before. I was even more surprised when he told me that he stayed the night. I couldn't believe that my dad let him stay in our house.

After getting out of my shocked stage, I climbed out of bed and got dressed. I changed into a black racing shirt that had my dads name on it and a pair of skinny jeans that would fit down into my boots. I tied my hair up into a ponytail and added some mascara on my eyelashes.

It didn't take me long to change and when I went back to the living room, Weston was sitting at the bar. "Your mom made you breakfast. It's on a plate in the oven. She left to go to the track. We are supposed to go over there soon after you eat." He tells me. I nod and grab my plate before taking it to sit by him.

"I'm sorry about ruining our movie night last night." I mumble with some food still left in my mouth.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm sorry for hitting you and scarring you." He tells me and I shake my head and look at him.

"You didn't hit me. You just grazed my leg. You touched a certain spot and it brought back memories, which made me go into the panic attack." I tell him. I decided I may as well go ahead and tell him the truth. If he didn't freak out over watching me last night then I don't think he will judge me over my past.

"Well I'm sorry for touching it then. I really didn't mean to. Are you okay?" He asks and I nod.

"Last year, I was at a big race with my family. I headed out to use the bathroom. The way their bathrooms were set up, there was a dark area behind the building. Almost like an alley that people would use to get around the crowds and lines that were in front of the building. Well I was late to watch my dad race so I went behind them to cut down on time trying to get through the crowd. Some drunk guy came onto me and shoved me against the wall. He touched me. He probably would have went further but I kicked him in his not so shiny spot and he got pissed off. That's when he drew the knife and sliced from the bottom of my ribs to the middle of my thigh. He seen the blood and ran, leaving me on the ground sobbing and blood pouring out of the cut."

By the time I finished telling him everything, I was doing my messy, unattractive cry. It was a flashback that I relived when I would tell people. I could feel his hands on my body and the cold feeling of the knife as it slashed through my legs. I felt Weston wrap his arms around me and I flinched at first but then collapsed in his arms.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that Blake. Nobody should ever have to deal with that. If I would have known, I would have made sure to stay away and not come anywhere close to the spot." Weston murmurs in my ear.

"It's not your fault. You didn't know." I tell him sincerely. "I have episodes that something or someone can trigger. Like what you did when you barely hit my leg. It just brings everything back and it feels like I'm reliving the moment. Nothing can wake me up out of the flashback. They give me a pill that puts me to sleep and when I wake up, I'm back to being fine."

"I'm still really sorry. You shouldn't have had to go through that but you're strong. I know you will get past it, it will just take time." He tells me and I nod. He stands up and holds his arms out to me. I stand after him and walk into his arms. He wraps me in a comforting hug as he rubs my back.

After the long hug, I pull away first and tell him that we should get to the track. I slip on my boots and I follow him outside. He insisted that we go in his truck, so that's what we did. He took the path to the track and I had him park beside my parents vehicle. We both got out and he followed me to where my dad was on a ladder and changing light bulbs.