ADRENALINE RUSH

first day out

after 3 fucking years i was finally out. and all i want to do is race, its what i was born to do. 

It's all my body craved.

thankfully, my connections in the race scene didnt change their numbers.

there was a race tonight, against a supposed legend, with a 2 grand buy in and i wanted in.

but i had to go retrieve my things, like my car and the remaining money that the bank didnt seize.

after a short bus ride to the compound, where i had my car put in a prepaid lot before my arrest. 

my baby, a 70s Plymouth cuda painted cherry red. i spent my entire teen years restoring this thing, upgrading the 6 cylinder engine to a v-eight as well as adding NOS and redoing the gear box as the gears were fucked, adding a newer model of piston rings and basically replacing and restoring the entire interior.

i sat down in my car, and it feels like nothing has changed, no time has passed.  

i set out onto the road to get my money and then headed to the closest mall. all my possessions were taken after i got arrested so i had nothing but the clothes on my back, the money in my account and my car.

after getting some clothes i noticed the smoke started fuming from under the hood, so i pulled over into the closest parking lot i could find.

i hopped out of the car and walked to the front of the car, popping the hood and fanning away the smoke so i could see what was wrong. 

i pulled out the oil rig and saw it was bone dry, i sucked my teeth and put it back down, closing the hood of my car.

"shit" i muttered to myself, i turned around and started walking to the sandwich shop that occupied the lot, they must know where the closest mechanics would be.

"hey" i said putting my hand on the counter and nodding to the girl who was tying a garbage bag.

"hey, what can i do for you" the girl smiled back, putting the bag on the floor.

"my car ran out of oil and i need to know where the closest chop shop is" i point back to my baby, the girl bit her lip and hummed "dom!" the girl called over her shoulder "got a girl here with 70s cuda who needs oil" the person she was calling too turned his head and stood, it was a tall bald men in a wife beater tee with washed out jeans.

"that your daddies car?" he said approaching me, i scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"no, all mine man, just point me to the closest shop" i walk back as he walked out from behind the counter.

"dont needa, ill give you some" the man said bending down and opening a cabinet under the counter.

he started walking to my car and i followed.

he lifted the hood of my car up and let out a exasperated breath.

"shit" he laughed shaking his head "shes pretty done up" he nodded, eyes running over the engine as he untwisted the cap.

"yeah, drained me about 45 g but she pulls through" i nodded, playing with the keys in my palm.

"you race dont you" the guy accused over his shoulder, i sucked in a breath "used to" i said with a careless shrug.

"whyd you stop?" he asked, shit man, hes curious as fuck.

"got locked away, 3 years ago. first day back in civilization" i smirked, the man stopped his movements and straightened his back, turning towards me "dom toretto" he reached out his hand "noa" i shook his.

"got a last name?" dom asked.

"got one, hate the person i share it with though" i shrugged yet again.

"family is complicated noa, but the one thing i know is you never turn your back on them" dom turned his head and looked at the girl at the counter who i spoke to earlier, i assume that his sister or something.

"well if you know what my brother did to me, youd feel very different"

doms face showed he was contemplated my words before nodding.

"if you ever think about racing again, theres one down at the warehouses tonight" dom offered, lowering the hood of my car and turning to face me.

"i was already planning on racing" i giggled, rattling the keys in my hand and headed towards my door.

"see you there" he smiles