Unchasable

Chapter 1

LEVI

Some people say time heals all wounds. Trust me, it doesn't. It just cuts deeper, and when you finally think you moved on, your past creeps back on you, ready to wreck you.

Summer holiday, I did a mistake.

One I know I shouldn't have, but like the helpless fuck I am, I still did it.

"Formula One's golden boy, Levi Dyer, really screwed up this time", the presenter on the television says. Some people at the bar turn around to look at me, having heard my name. I let out a mouth twitch, cause why not, and pour down the liquor of the whiskey down my throat, if only to feel the burn. Yet years of partying in Monaco taught me better, and apart from a small buzz, I feel nothing.

Time for another round.

I make a sign to the waiter to get me one more bottle, and then turn my attention to the television discrediting my life.

"For years, Dyer has been known as the ultimate playboy, but it turns out he reached a bit too high now. After having been spotted with the US President's daughter, Emily Vice on a yacht in Monte Carlo this Summer, during the Formula One break, the girl confirmed the two had a relationship. Allegedly, Levi dumped Emily, although the details and truth were never revealed. As the President found out, he tried hiding the relationship ever happened, given the Formula One driver's reputation. However, Emily revealed in an interview that she is pregnant with Levi's child. When asked, Dyer refused to give any further details."

I can feel everybody's eyes on me, so fuck the glass, I start drinking immediately from the bottle.

I did not leave Emily Vice pregnant.

I wasn't in a relationship with Emily Vice.

And I did not dump her.

We fucked once, then I realised it was a mistake, so we stopped. One thing led to another, and after she made me feel guilty, I took her on my yacht for one day. She came to close, and I stopped her. I did not love her, and usually I also don't hook up with the same girl twice. When living in my business, catching feelings is dangerous. We chase the fame. We chase the thrill. New week, new country. New week, new race. We live to drive, to get that adrenaline boost.

I could never offer a girl protection. A home. My life invokes havoc. A type that leaves love out of the question.

Emily took some photos that day on the yacht, and sent them to the press, making everyone believe we were together. And that I was the bad guy who screwed up. I know I did. I trust the wrong one.

"Are you a royal Daddy now?", someone asks me.

I roll my eyes, and drink. For I have nothing better to do. Wherever I go, this thing follows me. The team ain't happy with me either. They started receiving hate for my mistake. I never planned for that to happen. If you have a problem with me, then start shit with me, and not with some hardworking people who give everything to drive fastest and be the best.

I try standing up to reach the dance floor, yet I almost fall. Luckily I reach for the table before I earn myself a concussion. My hand wonders back to the glass, and I glue my lips on it. If I'm gonna fall, at least let's make it good.

Only a new hand appears on my glass, and takes it away from my hand.

"Hey", I shout offended.

The hand puts some money on the bar to pay for my drinks and then I can feel an arm around my shoulder, steadying me from falling.

"We're going home", a voice says. I luckily recognise the voice, and lean in closer to him.

"We're far away from home", I tell my best friend.

Lewis lets out a chuckle, then a groan as he tries to carry me. Next thing I know, we're walking outside the bar.

Lewis places me on the backseat, then goes with a hand through his hair, how he always does when he's worried or when we just lost a race. I've known this guy for over a decade, and besides him being my teammate, he's more of a brother to me. We've been through it all together, good and bad. And now, apparently, my downfall.

Without thinking, I suddenly feel the urge to puke from all the drinking. Which I do. And it happens to land on his million-dollar leather seat of his million-dollar car.

"Fuck", I can hear him curse loud.

I laugh hysterically, as I say "Sorry".

"That's it", he says, really seeming pissed. He goes over to the driver's seat, and drives us away from here. No one says anything on the way, and I guess I pass out at the half of it.

I dream of falling.