TROUBLE

Chapter 67 "Wont let you down."

Walking back to my car after collecting my winnings from tonight was a sobering experience. There's less than 24 hours until my race with Jeremy, and panic was setting in. This could be my last day to be with Aubri if my plan doesn't work out-which it probably won't. Nothing ever works out for us. I've never had to fight this hard for a normal fucking relationship. But then again, this is my first real and good relationship. Is it like this for everyone? Does everyone have to fight psycho exes and crazy bosses? It definitely wasn't like this with Trisha.

Shit I haven't thought about Trisha in so long. It feels weird, to say the least. I wonder if she'll ever rear her not-so-ugly head. I don't even remember what she looked like. Trying to picture her face, all I can see is Aubri with blonde hair. Aubri would look pretty blonde. I wonder if she'll ever dye it or cut it shorter than usual.

Aubri is good the way she is...more than good. I like her hair, and her green eyes, and her pretty smile, and her eyebrows. There's just nothing I don't like about that woman, even when we're fighting.

And it's for that reason that I feel like sobbing-and I mean serious sobbing..

I'm going back to Aubri's house. I don't give a fuck about Stanley's damned rules anymore. It's not like he'll kill me when 'the most exciting race yet' is happening in less than a day. He's getting his sick kicks out of my anguish and pain. He loves this. He likes my pain.

As I arrived back at my car, a soft hand on my shoulder brought me back to the present and I whipped around, almost instinctively ready to beat the shit out of whoever it was. Maybe that's what I need. Maybe I need to beat someone up to feel a little better.

What?! No! That would make me like Jeremy!

Besides, it's just Louis.

"Mate..." He didn't finish his sentence, but I knew he was asking if I was okay. I shook my head solemnly. "Try to be positive." His voice was quiet, because he knows I'm fucked. "Maybe having Aubri here will make you even luckier." He added hopefully.

"Let's-" I had to stop and clear my throat. My voice sounded soft, weak and vulnerable. "Let's hope so." I said, my voice louder, but no less weak and vulnerable.

"I think everything will work out, mate. I have a good feeling."

I smiled inwardly, "You and your weird feelings, Lou."

"Are you headed back to our place?"

"No," I scoffed with a frown. "I'm going to sleep in my bed with my girlfriend." Unlocking my car, I slide in, starting it up. "Stanley won't do anything; I know that for a fact."

"Bad Boy Styles." He said shaking his head with a smile. "Go on then. See you tomorrow." He stuck his hand in the window, and I took it in mine, proceeding to do our short handshake from about four or five years ago.

"See you tomorrow."

As I drove away, the panic set in again. God, I hope my plan works.