Race Heart

Chapter 5

Dakota's P.O.V:

I had gotten fully dressed and grabbed my helmet out of the cab of the truck. I put it on and Jacob walked up to me. He put his hands on my hips.

"Be safe." He said.

"I will." I said. I jumped on my four wheeler and drove off. I was going at least 80 down every backroad. I took corners at unreasonable speeds and did wheelies off of steep hills. I took a corner and a truck came hurling around the corner faster than I was. I steered off of the road and drove into the trees. It flipped and I dove away from it like I was taught to do during a race. My back hit a tree and I looked at my four wheeler upside down about ten feet away. My arm hurt like a bitch, but that was the only obvious injury. I stood up and with the adrenalin rush going through me I flipped my four wheeler over with one arm. I took off my sweatshirt and wrapped it around me, tying my arm to my side. I pulled the quad out of the trees and sat on it by the side of the road. My head pounded. I took my helmet off and strapped it to the front. I started it and drove as slow as possible back to the cabin. I arrived and Jacob was sitting on the porch. He looked up and ran towards me. He hugged me and I groaned in pain.

"What happened?!" He asked. I tried to process what happened in my head but the words wouldn't come out.

"Truck. Arm." I groaned and leaned against my ATV.

"Get in the truck now." He said.

"No." I said. I don't know why I said no I just did I guess.

"Fine." He picked me up and carried me into the truck and set me in the passengers seat. I scooted over to the drivers seat and locked the door. He looked at me like he wanted to rip my head off.

"There is no fucking way you are driving this car." He said and yanked on the handle.

"It's a truck and watch me." I started the truck with my right hand, the one which was luckily the uninjured arm. He got in the other side of the truck and tried to take the keys but I slapped him and he backed off.

"Hospital. Now." He ordered. I drove out of the driveway and slowly down the road.

When we got to the freeway I saw the off ramp with the hospital sign next to it. The Taco Bell sign was conveniently right next to the hospital. I turned into Taco Bell and went through the drive through.

"What are you doing Dakota?"

"Yo quiero Taco Bell." I said.

"What? English please." He answered.

"I want Taco Bell you dumbass."

I talked to the person through the microphone and ordered two tacos and two Mountain Dews. I proceeded forward and grabbed  my wallet from my back pocket. I handed the money to Jacob.

"Give it to her. I can't move my arm.

Jacobs P.O.V:

I took the money from her and leaned over her to hand it to the lady. My hand accidentally landed right in between her legs and she gasped. I grabbed the drinks and the bag and sat back down.

"Sorry." I said to her.

"It's fine." She drove out of the parking lot recklessly. She turned sharply into the hospital entrance and we parked in a spot really far away even though no one was even in the lot.

"Give me my taco." I handed it to her and she grabbed it with one hand she grabbed her soda too and attempted to open the door.

"What are the others for?" I asked.