McQueen's Kid

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ

Chapter Eleven
I sat in the cold interrogation room. It felt like I had been in there for hours on end. Everywhere I looked I saw four concrete walls. To my left was nothing but another door and to my right was a window, but it was barricaded. Behind me were two more windows identical to the one on my right.

In front of me was the glass window. I couldn't stand looking at it. All I saw was my reflection. My red paint looked like a mess and my blue eyes were bloodshot from crying only moments ago. I couldn't see through the window, but I knew they were behind it watching my every move.

I stared into my eyes, shaming myself for what I was. Whatever I did just ruined Dad's chances of winning. Now he would be off the walls freaking out about me and not focusing on his race. Not only that, the press would be bashing him restlessly about me. They would be talking about the disgrace I had brought to the McQueen name.

The door opened up, revealing Detective Spinner and Detective Bellhousing. They slammed the door behind them, their eyes hardening as they locked with mine. "Stella, how's it going?" Spinner asked as he paced around me.

"I've been better." I replied as Bellhousing parked in front of me.

"Yeah, sitting in this room can really mess with your mind, can't it?" Bellhousing smiled, her sarcasm thick. I narrowed my eyes at her, feeling my anger beginning to rise.

"Why am I here?" I questioned.

"I don't know, Stella. You tell me." Spinner fired back, now glaring into my blue eyes with his.

"I don't know. I haven't done anything wrong!" I shouted, making him scoff and begin to drive around me again. "Tell me what I did that I needed to be cuffed and interrogated."

"How about racing on a professional track for one. You've been sabotaging other racers for your dad's personal gain." Bellhousing rambled off. I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head.

"What? No!"

"Let's see, what else has she done, El?" Bellhousing smirked, looking to Detective Spinner. He grinned, stopping close to me.

"How about starting your training at the age of three?"

"How is that illegal?" I exclaimed, shocked that that was even a crime. "Don't you think Jackson Storm has been training since he was a toddler? Plus, I wasn't training! My dad and Doc were just spending time with me."

"Spending time with you?" Spinner repeated as he began to move around again. I kept my eyes on him, watching him cruise back and forth.

"Yes! Besides, this is the first time in over a decade I've even practiced with my dad!" I argued, shaking my head.

"You know, Stella, I find that very hard to believe." Bellhousing spat, making me turn back around. I scoffed, confused why they wouldn't listen to me.

"What?" I cried, my voice slightly cracking. "Why would I lie about training, let alone to to the cops?" I shouted.

"Stella. Ya know, that's a very pretty name. Do you know what that means?" Spinner asked from behind me, suddenly changing the subject.

"No." I grumbled.

"Liv, do you know the answer?" He added, making Bellhousing softly smile as she looked into my blue eyes.

"Ya know, Elliot, I actually do know. It means star." Bellhousing grinned, batting her brown eyes at me.

"Hmm. What a strange coincidence, Stella," Spinner stated as he stood close to me again, trying to intimidate me, which sadly, it was working. "Or should we call you Superstar?"