Finish the Mission

2

I thought about my night on the ride home. I had pocketed two thousand six hundred dollars from the race I won, plus the two hundred from the guy earlier, so it was a good night. As I pulled into my driveway I sighed. The porch lights were on, which meant mom and dad were still awake. I loved my parents, and they said they loved me, but they never showed it. The only thing mom cared about was her job, and dad only cared about football. Whenever mom was around, all she did was sit on her computer and write emails and papers. She never showed me any attention. I'm pretty sure I could just cut my hand off in front of her and bleed to death and she wouldn't notice till she got up to leave for work. Dad on the other hand only cared about his fantasy football team. His day job was coaching football at Ammon's High School, but when he was home he was either on his phone building his team or screaming at the TV because somebody fumbled the ball. When I was in high school, everyone said I was lucky because both of my parents were still together and we had a quote on quote "happy family," but none of us ever talked to each other. I guess I also have a role in that, because I don't put an effort into talking to them, but I gave up on that when I was 11 after what happened to me. There was no point even trying anymore.

I walked in the door, and just as I expected, dad was sitting at the TV, and mom was in her office on her computer doing God knows what.

"I'm going to bed," I said as I walked through the hallway

"Oh honey, I didn't even know you were gone," my mom looked up from her computer

I forced a smile and nodded. "Oh," I said

She went right back to writing her emails, and I just shook my head and walked to my room. I don't even think dad had noticed I walked through the door.

I closed my bedroom door behind me and threw my keys and wallet on my dresser, pulling out my phone and falling onto my bed.

A notification popped up on my phone. I groaned and clicked on it.

"Clark is mad. Really mad."

I laughed dryly. "Because he's a child who can't handle losing?"

My boss replied. "Obviously. But he just threatened to put a bullet through your head if you beat him again."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," I responded, putting my phone down. I am used to this kind of attitude; it kind of came with the job. Illegal races meant people who didn't abide by the law (duh) and people who would do anything for the significant amounts of money from winning a race. Still, the thought of showing up for a race one day and being murdered in front of a huge crowd that bet thousands of dollars on you still shakes anyone. I sighed and went to bed, my mind racing at what I should do.

The next afternoon I walked into the garage at work to see my boss working on his car.

"What's up, Katalina?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "Where's Clark?"

He didn't answer, he just chuckled. "You gonna kill him before he gets the chance to kill you?"

"Austin, just tell me where Joshua is," I said

My boss just pointed to the lounge, so I walked in there. Sure enough, there he was, talking to several guys.

"Joshua freaking Clark," I said, interrupting their conversation.

He turned around in his seat to face me and smirked. "Katalina Contrarez," he said, his tone laced with amusement.

"You ready to lose again tonight?" I asked him

He frowned and didn't answer. Instead, he looked at one of his friends, who gave him a small knowing smile.

"Sure," he said

I chuckled and pulled a gun out of my concealed holster, pointing it at the floor and admiring it, and then I looked up at made eye contact with Joshua.

"I have ears everywhere, Josh," I said. "And you know I'm not afraid to hurt anybody."

Joshua's eyes scanned my face, trying to see if I was bluffing.

I shot a polite smile to the men sitting around him, and walked out of the lounge, putting my gun back.

"Did you just threaten him back?" Austin laughed.

I laughed and opened the hood of my car.

"Hey, the track tonight–what's the terrain like?" I asked him

He smiled. "You thinking about bringing out the big guns?"

I smiled and nodded

"It's a straight, flat road. The whole thing."

"Sweet. I'm going home to work on my second car, I'll see you tonight," I said, pulling out of the garage.

Part 2!! I hope y'all are enjoying this so far. I know this part is really short, but I'm hoping to post more often than just once a week. I haven't picked set days yet, but I'll update when I do. Thank you for reading!  – Kayleigh