Speed

Chapter Three

I woke up in the morning feeling like complete and udder shit.

My back hurt, my arms ached and I had a killer headache. That'd be the concussion finally getting to me. Great. Oh well, no way I was going to a hospital for a little concussion. That's funny.

I sighed and pushed myself out of bed, my arms literally felt like noodles as I lifted nothing but my dead weight off from the bed. "Damn... I did a number on myself." I mumbled as I walked out of my room and into the bathroom.

I didn't really feel like taking a shower. I was going to to dirty at the garage anyway. It didn't really matter. I threw my hair into a messy bun and walked out of the bathroom and to my room where I looked in my clothes and grabbed some old clothes I could use for shop clothes. And then I packed my racing clothes for later. I didn't plan on coming back home today until around the races.

I put some makeup on and walked down the stairs carefully. I didn't want to be falling down the stairs and giving myself more pain then I needed. Although the pain was a lot better from last night I was still in so much pain it shot up my leg whenever I took a step. Yet I refused to go to the hospital.

When I got into the kitchen I grabbed a apple and some milk. Odd breakfast I know. I grabbed some Advil from the cabinet my brother kept the medicine in and swollowed two and put the rest in my pocket, knowing I'd need them at some point today.

With all of that done I made my way to the couch and sat down waiting for my brother to come down and drive me to the shop. I sighed and looked straight ahead. After a few seconds I got bored and pulled out my phone and got on twitter, looking at the tweets to the 'Mists fan page' that someone in my school made, they retweeted everything Mists.

I read the tweets

@ Mistsfanpage: Mists didn't show up to the noobies races tonight. :( But there was a new girl who had the same hair, and look. Maybe Mists showed her face after all.

There was a picture of me under the tweet. Shit. I have got to be more careful. This was going to be a pain in the ass. Of course the school knew about this rumor flying around. And of course I was going to get in a lot of trouble if people start targeting me.

At that moment I got a text from Jake.

Jake: Did you see that tweet on the fanpage?

Layla: Ya. Just did. This isn't good, I'm going to be targeted if this goes further!

Jake: I know, that's why I texted you to make sure you know. You need to be on your toes.

Layla: Thanks.

Jake: Your not going to school right?

Layla: Nope, headed to work on my car at Jace's shop. I will see you for practice at that track.

Jake: Alright, see you there.

Layla: Yep.

I sighed and lied my head back and stared at the fan spinning above the couch. What was I going to do? I needed to protect my brother... I needed to protect Jace and Jake... There was only one option... I need to move. Far away. I needed to bring the three people I actually cared about with me too. But where would we go? I mean I have the money to pay for everyone to go somewhere. And there was a place I always wanted to street race in. Tokyo. The lights, the wind, the fun, the cars. Those were my reasons for wanting to head off to Tokyo. I've wanted to get out of here since dad died anyway.

"Hey sis, what ya thinking about?" Will asked as he walked out from the kitchen.

"We are moving." I said plainly.