"what are you looking at?" I ask .
He just smirks and takes a step closer, on instinct I take a step back.
I huff and turn around ready to walk away because his beautiful face and oceanic eyes are messing with my brain.
Just as im about to walk away...
After speeding off from Jeremy's garage I drove around for a while until I knew it would be safe to go to the race tracks.
My escape was racing. I knew how to handle a car since the time I was 14. Back then my dad would bring me to the race tracks to teach me that life on a bend is better than a straight road.
However he changed , found other interests. But mine stayed Racing. On my own I use to search and watch vidoes on racing.
Then when I was 16 my dad gave me the Demon before he left and said he knows it would be put to great use. I met Jeremy and he knew everything about racing and fixing cars. With him I learnt how to race and how to go around a bend at 200km/h.
Im not afraid to take risks on my own. I've just never had someone there with me before. And I guess that's what made me fall for Jeremy, how he would allow me to be myself and join in on everything I did. He encouraged me to race and be the best I can. He never once judged me about my social life or pryed in my normal life. He was always there for me to talk to. I poured my heart out to him and I'm not going to lie he was always there to patch the pieces together.
He made me smile. He made me happy. But now all I feel is numb. My heart is not breaking , there's no tears. There's nothing.
I speed down to the abandoned race tracks. I've known this place from the time I was 10 when my dad use to race, but the intial bond started when i was 14. When I finally felt the adrenaline rush that most racers experience.
I reach the race tracks and look straight ahead. Some use drugs, alcohol to clear thier mind , I use racing.
I put my car in gear and and rev the engine.
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I take off and start the straight stretch. All thoughts leave my mind and all I'm focused on is the tracks infront of me.
I take the sharp bends and head straight to the finish line. Everything outside of me is a blur, my mind is a blur.
Once i pass the finish line I go onto the grass patch and slow down. I finally dead stop. My breathing is heavy and uneven. I look out of the windshield infront of me and finally take a deep breath in , exhaling all of my anger. I rest my head on the steering wheel getting lost in my thoughts.
How could Jeremy do this ? That's what I should wonder. But I don't. Some sense of relief is in me. It feels like I'm lighter and more free. His been there for me and it was good while it lasted. But its time to move on , right? And it can't be Rachel's fault if she never knew about the relationship in the first place.
I take another deep breath and start the engine again.
I will go home and hide the car in the garage , then phone Mel or someone for a ride to get my Range Rover.
