Finding You (ON HOLD)

Chapter Nine

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Decklynn's P.o.V

I decided that to get a certain blonde beauty out of my head, I was going to break one of my rules. No, I wasn't going to sleep with someone. I was going to race. (Even though I had gone to a race, I never entered the race.) I needed the rush of adrenaline and I knew that that always helped when I was trying to clear my head.

The race that was happening was at the same place that it was the time that I met Shredder. I thought back to what she said before. See you later Nolan. I wonder if she was going to be at this race. I wanted to race against her.

Hey, dipshit, you're gonna lose. My subconscious reminded me. Eh, wouldn't be the first time that I lost. I was to into my thoughts that I didn't notice that I made it to the race until I almost ran into somebody's car. Scratch that. Shredder's car.

"Holy shit!" I breathed out. Looking up, I saw that Shredder was walking towards me.

This time, I'm staying calm. "Hello, Shredder." I said.

"Hiya Nolan." Shredder said. That voice sounds familiar...

"Racing?" I asked stupidly.

"Why else would I be here?" She said sarcastically.

I chuckled. "You got me there."

"You racing?"

I nodded. "Gotta clear my mind." For some reason, I felt like I could trust her.

"I know what you mean." She said, almost wistfully.

We talked for a few minutes, getting curious glances from some other people. But no one came up and said anything to us. It was actually quite nice, being able to talk to someone that you didn't know just to be able to get it off your chest. Of course, I couldn't tell her that I was actually Decklynn Knight coming here to help arrest three drug dealers and that I have a kid because I knocked some girl up when I was sixteen. But it still sorta helped.

"Shredder, you're racing." A thick Russian-accented person said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Thanks Vlad. See you later Nolan." She did a little wave walked over to the asphalt, getting ready to race. This was going to be a fun night.

***

I ended up not be able to race Shredder because I was in a different category. Bikes couldn't race cars. Guess that shows how long it's been since I raced. I did, however, win about four grand last night. I know that I didn't need that four grand, but it did feel good to earn it without killing someone.

"Daddy, can we go to the park?" Ryland asked.

We were sitting at the table eating lunch.

"Sure Bud." I said, getting up. Ruffling his hair, I grabbed his plate and put it in the dishwasher.

"Is Uncle Kel going to come?" He asked.

"Sure." Kelson said, walking into the kitchen. He looked at me. "Where are we going?"

I grinned. "The park."

He groaned a little. "Yay, fun." He said for Ryland's benefit, not for himself. Kelson hated the park with a passion.

Ten minutes later I was driving down the road trying to explain to Ryland that he couldn't call me Daddy, that I was to be called Uncle Nolan and that Kelson was going to be called Wes.

"But Daddy, you're name is Daddy." He emphasized.

"But it's going to be a game."

"Daddy, that is not a nice game." He pouted. Why is my child so smart? I questioned myself.

"Ry, this is the last time that I'm going to tell you. You are going to call me Uncle Nolan and call Uncle Kel, Wes. Okay?"

He pouted again but shook his head eventually. "Fine." He huffed.

I knew that he was three and wasn't going to understand why I had to be called something that he didn't normally call me, but we were going to a park that was close to town and I couldn't have him calling Daddy...or Decklynn. Shit would go from good to oh fuck in a matter of seconds.

We arrived at the park a couple minutes after Ryland agreed and we stayed there for about two hours. What really surprised me was that Kelson actually enjoyed himself, which was rare because unless it had something to do with the job, he hated it.

Once we got back to the house, Kelson went off on another rendezvous with a girl and I stayed home with Ryland. All in all, it turned out to be a quiet nonproductive night.

Until about ten o'clock at night.

I had put Ryland to bed and was watching Kevin Hart: I'm A Grown Little Man. I was about halfway through the movie when there was a frantic(?) knocking at the door. I quickly got up and was not expecting who was there.

"Help." The girl asked, she looked at little surprised to see that it was me, but it quickly dissipated and pain took over. She was beaten and bloodied. I wondered what happened. I was shocked at who it was.

"S-Shredder?"

She tossed her phone at me. "C-Call Vlad." She gasped, clutching her ribs.

That was the last thing she said before she collapsed into my arms.

Sorry, I know that this was short. It was more of a filler for the next chapter. :( Sorry that this was so late. I was busy with some family things... 

Published: Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Word count: 888 

Edited On: 4/1/17