Race to the Finish

Race to the Finish chp.53

I’ve been driving for hours not knowing where the hell I was going.

My first instinct was to head straight to Titi’s house seeking some comfort. I can’t do that though. Not without telling him about… what I just saw and heard. Then I’d have to explain all the shit about with my dad and I wasn’t ready to do that just yet.

I literally had absolutely no other place to turn to. 

I couldn’t go to a street race because there weren’t any. I couldn’t go to the NASCAR tracks because they are closed. I couldn’t go to the mechanic’s shop because it’s closed too. Jason and Travis were out of the question because if I can’t tell Titi there’s no way in hell I can tell them.

I don’t have racing and I don’t have anyone to confide in. I won’t drink because I don’t want to turn into the monster of my father. I’m crying my eyes out so I shouldn’t really be driving.

I need to clear my head. I just need to forget if it’s even for a moment. I can’t take the pain any longer.

I didn’t know what I could do to make me forget. Then I remembered what Jason once had told me.

I couldn't deal with the pain of not having her here so I smoked some weed to help me forget.

Weed.

Drugs.

I had never thought of doing drugs to help me forget… but I have nothing else.

No, I shouldn’t be thinking this. I had just shown Jason that he doesn’t need drugs to forget. I can’t go against my word.

But I really, really couldn’t handle the pain anymore. If I had to deal with this pain any longer… I honestly don’t know what I’d do.

The question is where the hell will I get drugs from?

Think, think! 

I hang out mostly in the bad part of town doing street races. People there are always smoking shit. 

I know what I’m going to do. 

I drove to where the street races are usually held. I needed information and I knew exactly where I’d be able to obtain it.

I parked near the street where the races were usually held and waited there. 

After a couple minutes, three guys were walking on the sidewalk laughing like morons. They looked sketchy, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“Hey!” I called out to them.

They turned around. When they saw me, they gave each other a look before slowly making their way to me.