Titanium

Chapter 1

(Please tell me what you think! Ovbiously, this is all a work of fiction and it is a couple of years old but please enjoy and tell me what you think)

My life has always been torn down. My Dad doesn't think I'm able to do what he does. I can drive racecars just as good as he does. My Dad is Kurt Busch. My mother is Eva. Ever since she left its has been just me and him and It has never been easy. Music has been my way out in life.

Everyday is a struggle. Today is last day I'm at home before the season starts. I ache all over. Dad and I got in a fight last night since Uncle Kyle signed me to race all of the season and I got home late. I have ran trucks and built them before. Dad just has doubts. He has all season.

My door clicks open and Dad walked in, "Lilly, its time to get up honey."

I roll over putting my back toward him. He sighed and sat down next to me. He always gets me up 20 min before he has to. I sleep in just a camisole and my hair is pulled back so my upper back is exposed. He traced a faint scar. Then he ran his thumb over the cut on my shoulder from last night.

He said, "I made pancakes baby girl."

I rolled over and faced him. He forced a smile. He looked exhausted. I sat up. He hugged me. Dad is not good at apologies so he does this instead. He kissed my forehead where he hit me last night. I got up and walked down stairs. Patricia was here.

"Good morning dear."

"Morning Patricia."

I noticed Houston sleeping on the couch, Patricia said, "He was so excited last night and this morning."

Dad came down and ate with me not saying much. I put my plate in the dishwasher and went back upstairs. Thankfully I have my own bathroom connected to my room. I accidentally slept with my contacts in so I took them out. I washed my face, brushed my hair and teeth then opened the cabinet. I pulled out the makeup I use. Then I put on my big black rimmed glasses. I've gotten so good at doing my makeup. I put on a KBM shirt and jeans. I packed everything I would need for Bristol. I made my bed and packed up my laptop.

Houston came in and sat down, "You're gonna win the truck race."

He might've been off. By a full second. Which I smoked the field with. Dad wasn't in victory lane with me. Only Houston and Uncle Kyle. Houston went to bed when we got back in the motorcoach. Dad was asleep on the couch. I carefully lifted him and laid him in his bed.

Patricia said, "Honey you didn't have to do that. "

"He will feel better in the morning."

"He has a good heart Lilly."

I looked at my Dad who when I really need him, he's there in a heart beat.

"I know."

I kissed his forehead. I went out to my laptop and sat down at the table. Which is where I fell asleep the next night and Sunday. Until we got home everything went well. After Patricia and Houston left all hell broke loose.

"Why didn't you wake me up Wednesday night?!"

"Dad you needed your rest for your race."

"I wanted to see you win!"

He smacked me. I tried to stay standing but he grabbed my shoulders and threw me down. My head hit the cool wood floor of the kitchen.

"IF YOU KNEW SO MUCH ABOUT SPRINT CARS YOU WOULD'VE STEPPED UP TODAY AND CORRECTED THE CREW!"

He slammed my head again, "Dad please stop!"

He smacked my descending tears. I never cry when he hits me.

He stood up and said, "You're as worthless as your mother."

"Dad!"

He kicked me. I lost my breath and he turned off the light. I heard his room door shut. I laid on the kitchen floor in the dark crying. My lip was busted open and my side badly bruised. I can't breathe. I sat up against a cabinet and put my head on my knees. Dad has gotten worse. I got up after being alone for more than a hour. I went up to my room and slammed the door as hard as I could. I instantly regretted that. But Dad didn't get up. I got a piece of paper from my desk and a Sharpie. I had lines in my head and I had to get them on paper. I knew these had to be hidden from Dad. So when I finished I put the paper behind the picture of the 2004 championship. I turned off my light and laid down in my bed. I grabbed my Tractor pillow and my cow pillow pet and tried to get some sleep.

You shout it out, But I can't hear a word you say I'm talking loud not saying much I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet You shoot me down, but I get up.