The Young Racer - The First Two Years

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I keep babbling about how excited i am and Dom is smiling at me.

"I should've expected you to love cars, i mean you have your mom's blood in your veins." I turn my head

"Huh?" He shakes his head.

"Nothing."

I shrug and continue babbling about cars until Dom stops the car.

I turn my head in confusion.

"Are we here?" I ask and he nods. I squeal. He laughs and gets out. He walks over and helps me out of the car.

He walks over to the door of the garage, and i see that there's a giant garage door, but there is also a normal door off to the side. He opens the door and I walk in. I look around at the brightly colored cars, some with the hoods open and the car parts showing. I squeal and run around, hearing Dom chuckle lightly at me running around.

Dom POV

I watch her run around to the different cars. She looks so happy. Eventually she looks up, as if having realized something.

"Why do you have all these cars?" She asks, leaning her head to the side.

Shit.

How the hell does anybody say this?

"I uhh..."I say, trying to think of an acceptable way to tell a 6 year old that her new dad is a criminal. One thing i'm definitely not doing is lying to her. She may be six, but lying would set me up for failure. Something would make someone else tell her, and she's smart enough to know I lied, and she would be hurt. I can't hurt her.

She sits cross legged on the floor in front of one of the cars. I sit down next to her.

"I have these cars because I race them," I say and she looks at me.

"Do you street race?" she asks. I look at her in surprise.

"You know about street racing?" I ask.

"My dad said it was what killed my mom. Tried to tell me that she died in a car accident, but i told him that I'd seen him kill her, and he just hit me." 

I can't help the anger that bubbles up inside me. Shes just a little kid, and this was her father.

Her fucking father.

It pisses me off so much.

She stares at the car, spacing out. The look on her face is adorable.

She starts talking again.

"I'm not sure why my dad killed my mommy," She says nonchalantly.

This surprises me though. The adoption service said they never found who murdered her mother. How does she know who did it?

"How do you know it was your dad?" I ask. She looks at me.

"One night when i was four, my mommy and my daddy were fighting in the kitchen. I walked up to the door and watched my dad hit my mommy and kick her. After that he pull out this weird shaped thing and then there were three bangs. After that my daddy grabbed a knife off the table and he stabbed my mommy. I ran up to her and cried for him to stop. He kept stabbing her like i wasnt there, and then he stopped. He grabbed the weird thing and the knife and he put them in a bag. He left the kitchen, but i just hugged my mommy. Eventually a girl pulled me away from my mommy, but i dont know who she was. She pulled me away and put me and a baby carrier in a car and drove off. The police found us later and took me and the carrier back to my house."

I look at her.

She watched her mother die at the hands of her father, and shes still okay? She still manages to be happy.

This may be the strongest six year old girl ive ever met.

She looks at me, a sad look on her face.

"What is it?" I ask. She looks at me, and i notice a faint tear track on the side of her face that wasn't facing me.

"I miss my mommy." I look at her and pull her into my side and hug her, and she hugs me back.

We sit there for awhile. She crawls into my lap and curls up there. 

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Im really sorry I haven't been updating, I'm working on the final chapters of On The Run, and I've decided to release them all at once. Speed Addict will be a shorter story, and I'm only planning for about 10 - 12 chapters. Then I'll start We Own It.

Bye!