Staying Til' The End *Editing*

Alive

After picking Abby up from jail, which she had gotten into by going to some stupid party that got a little out of control, I dropped Adam and Brandon off at their house. The whole time I hadn't said anything to Abby and that was because I was truly pissed at her.

Dad would have never let me get away with that without being severely punished. The whole time Abby looked out the window and I glared at the road. I was so deep in thought I hadn't known that a huge semi-truck was pulling out of a gas station until Abby screeched. I slammed down on my brakes and turned my wheel. 

My head slammed against the steering wheel and dots were swimming in my eyes. My belt dug into my skin a crossed my chest, and then I was slammed back into my seat. My breathing was labored and my hands were clutching onto the steering wheel. 

Slowly I brought my hand up to my head and found that there was blood coming out from it. I looked into my review mirror and saw that it wasn't deep. Quickly I looked over to Abby and saw she was pressed against her seat, breathing heavily and blinking rapidly.

I quickly scanned over her and saw she was okay. A sigh escaped my lips and Abby's head shot up. Once she saw the cut on my head her eyes widened.

“its okay, I'm not going to bleed out" I joked

She just nodded and looked forward. Cautionally I pushed down on the gas pedal and we moved again. 

5 minutes later we were at home and we both got out of the car quickly. When I pushed opened the door Abby ran inside and up into her room.

Gosh now I knew what parents felt like once there children became hormonal teenagers. 

I didn't know what to do so I went upstairs and grabbed some black Nike shorts along with a grey and black Nike belly shirt and some white and aqua blue Nike tennis shoes. I know I was all niked up but whatever I'm over it. 

Anyways I put them on and then pulled my hair up into a braid on the side that went into a pony in the back.

Quietly I closed my door and walked down the stairs. A pen was on the counter and so I pulled out a   piece of paper figuring Abby was asleep and wrote down where I was going and what time was going to be back. After that I grabbed my key chain and put that around my neck then walked out the house door.

My car doors unlocked and I hopped into my baby. I put the key into the ignition and twisted. Although my car didn't start up.

I jumped back out and opened up the hood and found the battery missing. Really are you kidding me right now? Who and the heck would take a damn car battery.

I sighed and slammed the hood back down, I was fingering my chain once I felt a total other key on there. Then I remembered.

Dad's Cars.

Dad had 3 cars that used the same key. I'm not really sure how he did it but he did and I think that is freaking awesome. 

One was a 1966 Ford GT40. It was a navy blue with a white strip down the middle. The interior was all black leather and my dad modified it so that it had a base system and an upgraded radio.

The next was a 2010 Lexus LFA.It was all white and the interior was black leather with a thick blue strip that went down the drivers and the passenger’s seat in the middle. I loved that car for its speed and my dad would take me for a ride all the time in it. 

The last was a Koeniggseeg CCX. It was all black and the interior was tan leather with a base system and was very fast. It was of course my dad's favorite seeing as how it was fast. Dads also use to take Abby and me for a ride in this baby all the time.

Every one of those cars had some type of sentimental value to them and I couldn't ever see myself getting rid of them. Quickly I shook my head and walked over to the 1966 Ford GT40. After I slid my key in I slowly sat down and let my body sink into the soft worn seats. 

I also let dad's smell engulf me. He smelt like the beach on a nice hot summer day. I felt tears build up in my eyes but I realized dad wouldn't want me to cry in his car. He would want to see me be tough and act like he was still there.

So that's what I did, I sucked it up and put the key in the ignition and let the roar of the engine take over me. All of dad’s cars were in the garage and mine was always in the driveway. Not that I minded anyway. 

Anyways I opened up the garage door and then pulled out and made sure to close it back up. 

-15 minutes later-

I pulled into Joes Boxing and jumped out of the car. As I walked away from the car I turned around and made sure to lock it.

Once I walked through the door I was greeted with the smell of sweat, blood, and maybe even some type of chemical. What I also saw was that I was the only girl here for the second time this week. All of the guys have gotten use to me by now and I have gotten use to them trying to hit on me.

It was always them just joking around though and mostly they were like older/younger brothers to me while I was their younger/older sister to them.

"JOEY I'M BACK" I yelled into his ear. Joe jumped 5 feet high in his chair and then looked at me. A smile made its way a crossed his face. He got up from his chair and walked out from behind his desk and gave me a hug. Joe I found was in his early forty's and loved fighting.

Joe had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was about 5'10" while I was only 5'1". So basically he towered over me.Joe I guess you could say was pretty well muscled and acted like a parent to me seeing as how I didn't have either parent now. He knew what had happened. The police basically made it everybody's business to know every single teeny tiny detail of my father's death. If that wasn't bad enough they somehow found out my mother had left and decided to add that in there to.

Joe and I talked for a while until he gave me some blue and green boxing gloves and pulled me over to a new punching bag. It was a glossy black and it was pretty heavy. It didn't bother me though. It just made me work harder. I wanted to get everything out. The anger at Abby for getting into jail and the pain for not having either of my parents with me.

I wanted it all out.