Titanium

Chapter 4

Dad starts 2nd for the last race of the season. I won on Friday so I think it gives me an advantage. Dad of course is an ass like always. Ricky starts 9th. Before the race I walked down to him.

He said, "Hey."

"Hi."

"You looked worried Darling."

I shrugged and said, "Dad wants to win and I don't think he can."

Ricky traced a handprint on my cheek and said, "He smacked you didn't he."

I looked down and Ricky said, "You know you can tell me. I'm not going to go kill him. That's Kyle's job."

I smiled and he said, "Remind me I want to talk to you after the race."

"About?"

It was time for the national anthem, he said, "You'll see."

I ran back up to Dad, Patricia and Houston.

Houston said, "I'm standing in front of Lilly."

Dad glared at me and Patricia said, "That's perfectly fine Houston."

She emphasized perfectly fine, Dad said, "Why don't you 2 come stand next to the car."

Houston and I moved. Dad held Patricia's hand. He has his on my back. I was stuck where I was. He dug his fingers in my back. Patricia had no clue what goes on. Earlier today he knocked me down and left. Ricky walked in. I told him I slipped but he had none of it.

Dad climbed into his car, I said, "Belts tight. HANS device secure. Steering wheel secure. Be careful."

Dad glared at me, I sighed and said, "You can stop being an ass anytime."

I put up his window net and tapped the roof. I walked away. I knew he was going to be pissed but I didn't care. The media figured out I can crew chief and they are always around taking pictures.

I tweeted , "Bitter sweet to end the season starting second to not work with these boys anymore. There the best."

I sat my phone down. Ready to text in a tweet at anytime.

Patricia handed me her iPad and said, "Honey use this to tweet. It's better than that."

I smiled and said, "Thanks."

Dad finished 27th. He was pissed. He climbed out of his car and shoved his helmet into my stomach. I lost my breath and winced. He grabbed me by the suit collar

"You are the worst crew chief EVER. You are SO not working with my team next year! You can't even deliver a win. You're as worthless as your mother."

He smacked me. He had ahold of my neck. I could barely breathe. He pushed me back. Someone caught me. It was Aunt Sam. Kyle had Dad on the ground. Tears were in my eyes. Kyle was hitting Dad. Dad had blood running out his mouth and nose. Aunt Sam held me back and Patricia. Uncle Kyle was beating the shit out of Dad.

"Let go of me. Please! Uncle Kyle STOP!"

Aunt Sam pulled me back and Patricia said, "No."

I broke free. Uncle Kyle wouldn't stop, I tried to pull him back. He kept going. I was bawling.

I yelled, "UNCLE KYLE STOP!"

I tried again to get Uncle Kyle off of Dad I said, "LEAVE DADDY ALONE!"

I pulled him back, and put me in between him and Dad. Dad just laid on the ground. He didn't move. His eyes were closed. Uncle Kyle shook his head and moved back a little and knelt down next to dad. I put my hand on his.