Flor

Races

Flor
We've made it back home and I'm happy to be here. I unlock my apartment and I feel glad to be home. Alex dropped me off because he had something else to go do.

I'm supposed to start packing my things since I've found a house that I like. I got approved for it and I can move in in a few days. It's funny how fast things work when you have money.

I had already packed some of my belongings before we left to Arizona. My clothes being the majority of it. I don't have a lot of clutter in my apartment and when I move into my new house there's going to be lots of empty space.

I take things from my kitchen and put them in boxes. The tupperware and few pots and pans I had. My utensils and kitchen gadgets in the other.

A few hours later I have the majority of things in my apartment packed up. Alex still hasn't come by or texted me and I decide to go out by myself. It's been a while since I've been alone.

I know where I should go. I grab my keys and walk out into my car. The black hellcat staring at me like it missed me. It's been too long since I've raced. There are day races during the weekend as well as night races. It's currently 5pm and fuck it I'm up for one.

I head into my car and stop at the gas station to fill up my tank before heading to the track. It's speedway station and the neon sign flickers above the enteance. I park next to the pump and hop out.

I insert my card and put the nozzle in. I feel someone behind me and I turn catiously to look.

It's Francisco. He's standing looking at me. No signs of smugness or like he's gonna talk shit he just looks defeated.

"Flor. I am so fucking sorry." he mutters out. His face drops and he takes a step forward to me. I look at him and furrow my eyebrows in disgust.

"You almost got me fucking killed you bitch." I sputter. It's in this moment realization hits me. Francisco used to be my bestfriend. He would comfort every panic attack over Skyler I had. And he was the reason I almost fucking died.

How could someone I loved like family do that to me. Why is he so fucking crazy.

His eyes widen and they become bloodshot. "That was never the fucking intention Florecita. Please I am sorry. I never fucking told him to do that his fucking stupid ass panicked because he got caught." He sputters. His shoulders sag and his demeanor shows fear and regret.

He's almost cowering. I click off the nozzle and move it back into the pump. Staring at him. I feel sorry for him. We could have still been living our lives together. Him with all of us. We were like family. But he made the choices he did for whatever godforsaken reason.

I don't say anything else and I move forward to walk around to the drivers seat of my car. He beats me to it and blocks the door. His eyes look tired and they're glossy.

"Please. I know I tried stealing but I never would hurt you. I'm not like Alex. All I've ever done is love you." he pleads. His face has a begging look on it. I furrow my eyebrows in anger. What the fuck does he mean he isn't Alex?

"Get the fuck out of my way." I say. I'm almost in disbelief that he believes he can just try to prevent me from leaving.

"Flor. I saw Alex earlier kissing another girl." I laugh. "Just move out of the way." Wow he's so desperate he wants to say stupid shit. He fumbles in his pocket. "No, please I'm serious." He pulls out the phone and unlocks it.

He flips it over to my face. "That was today. I'm serious. I just don't wanna see you hurt."

My heart drops. It's Alex. The photos taken from inside a car out where I see a girl gripping his head kissing him. No. It's old it has to be. He's fucking crazy I'd never believe him. I feel my blood boil. But the outfit Alex has on. It's the one he had on today. Down to the shoes.