Race to the Finish

Race to the Finish chp.7

He gave a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. He turned around and walked away with long strides.

"Gabe wait!" I yelled going after him. I don't know why the hell they hate each other so much!

As I was following him, I ran into a strong chest. I looked up slightly and met some deep hazel eyes. For some reason those eyes sent chills through my body. He seemed to be about 24 years old, ink black hair styled in that sexy bed-head manner, he was at least 6'5, and very strong. He was looking down at me and I saw a smirk on his face. It wasn't a cocky type of smirk, it was more complex than that. That he knew something I didn't.

I backed up and was immediately embraced possessively by some familiar muscular arms. I knew it was Gabe, but I couldn't stop staring at the mystery guy in front of me that I had just run into. Why did he seem so familiar? I opened my mouth ready to ask him if I knew him from somewhere, but Gabe interrupted me.

"Alex, let's go." Gabe said in a deep steady deep voice. He pulled on my arm, but my feet were like glued to the ground because I just wouldn't move as I kept staring at the mystery guy; his smirk never leaving his face. He pulled harder until he was dragging me away from the mystery dude. I kept my eyes on him the whole time I was being dragged and he just kept smirking at me! Why the hell was he smirking at me like that?! I started to feel a little uneasy.

I suddenly came to an abrupt stop and was spun around forcefully causing me to look at Gabe's angry features. His nostrils were flared, his jaw was tightened, and his eyes seemed to have built an angry fire in them. He was gripping my arm tightly and I winced. This kind of reminds me of my dad, but this is nothing compared to what he does to me.

"What the hell was that back there?!" he hissed, furious. He gripped my arm tighter. "You were supposed to be coming after me! Not talking to some random guy!"

That right there broke whatever trance I was in. He was NOT going to talk to me like that! Plus I'm not supposed to be chasing after him! I came here to spend some fucking time with my boyfriend and he just fucked it up! Pardon my french I'm just pissed off! Who the hell does he think he is to tell me what I'm supposed to be doing?!

I ripped my arm away from his hand and said, "I'm not supposed to be chasing after you! I came here to spend some time with you and you had to come and fuck it up didn't you?! I went after you because I missed you and didn't want to end my day with us fighting! But I certainly didn't have to! I'm not your little bitch, Gabe! I'm not going to go chasing after you whenever you want! So you know what?! Go fuck yourself I'm out!" I turned around and headed to my motorcycle.

As I angrily walked over to my motorcycle, I saw mystery dude out on the course with his motorcycle. I don't know why, but I need to know if I know him from somewhere. So I got on my motorcycle and went on the course.

The motorcycle course is much more dangerous than the streets. First of all you don't have any type of protection when on the motorcycle; no helmet, pads, or none of that shit. In a car at least it's an enclosed space and you have air bags. The courses are obviously different as well. In the course they are mounds of dirt molded together to make mountains, they are formed for you to try insane stunts that make others wonder 'who in their right minds would try something like that?!'. Many even fall off their bikes while in the air causing their death or extremely serious injury. Cars you are always on ground, unless they bump you off a cliff or a bridge. All in all they are both extremely dangerous, but in my opinion motorcycles are more dangerous.

I was now in the course avoiding being pushed off my bike and doing the treacherous obstacles to reach the mystery dude. I was going in full speed. My blood was racing in me, urging me to go faster, to get away from all my troubles. I felt free and careless. I loved the feeling racing brought upon me. It's an indescribable feeling that is what keeps me sane in my messed up life.

I was so distracted in my own thoughts that I didn't see mystery dude right in front of me. We were almost at the edge of 'Deadly Mountain'. 'Deadly Mountain' is the most hazardous mountain in the course; not many enter and let's just say 1 out of 3 who do enter actually make it out alive. I've done many psychotic stunts, but I've never been on 'Deadly Mountain'. People only try it when they want to commit suicide. Even though my heart is racing frantically and my brain is telling me to swerve and turn back, I couldn't. I was not going to back down. I was already up here I might as well do it.

We were both side to side now. I was sweating and I could barely breathe due to my speeding heart. I could die right now and I know it, but I could also die tonight or tomorrow or the next day because my father is so mental he won't care if he kills me. I bet the only reason why he hasn't killed me already is because his entertainment is me; my suffering and pain. So what's the point in not trying this? My sister and my mom; that's my reason.

I was about to swerve to go back, but it was too late we were on the edge and we both jumped in the air with our motorcycles beneath us. I could feel everyone down there staring at us with horrified, worried, and amazed looks. The air brushed my hair back and everything felt as if it went in slow motion. The fall down is very deep and if I fall I know I'll die instantly.

No! I have to focus. This is just like any other race. I must get to the finish. I have to get to the finish and I will; alive! My face expression went serious and I know my eyes were hard and intense. I was determined.

My motorcycle hit the other side hard and I almost fell, but I kept my ground on the motorcycle. Mystery dude also made it to the other side, but he fell off his motorcycle and rolled on the ground before stopping. He stood up and dusted his ass off. He looked at me and when our eyes connected I felt an uneasy shiver run down my spine. There is something about this mystery dude that scares the shit out of me, but I don't know why. His eyes tell me he know something that I don't and something more, like some kind of viciousness in them as well. I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts. I jumped off my motorcycle and walked over to him.

"Nice one dude. My name's Alex and you are?" I asked extending my hand out.

"New." He responded ignoring my hand. His voice was deep and harsh. A voice that could hunt you in your nightmares. I think I've heard that voice before, but where?

"Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked a little hesitantly.

He smirked. "You'll find out soon enough, Alex. You just have to wait." He laughed a sinister laugh before he hopped on his motorcycle and left. I was just frozen in my spot.

Who the hell is he?!