Need For Speed, A Paul Walker Story. (Boost Sequel)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Three Strikes.

Bentley and I were having a private conversation in the interrogation room. "Look Payton. You're looking at three years to life if you don't admit to racing. That's for vehicular homicide, street racing, and aiding arrest. Or you could go with the option I think. Admit to the race, do the nine months, get out, and find Curt's killer. "I, I just can't. I can't go back Bentley. I lived in a cold, cement, box for six months because I had death threats from other women in the prison! I can't go back," I said. "Payton, the first option comes with your third strike. You'll go down for each charge separately. After your first violations, your first strike, add two more strikes and you're in front of a firing squad," he shouted. "So I'd be sent to my death? At seventeen fucking years old," I screamed. "Just admit to it Payton. Maybe the judge will go easy on you," Bentley suggested. "Drug dealers, serial killers, rapists, kidnappers! Those are the people put in front of the firing squad! Not a fucking seventeen year old street racer," I screamed. Tears were now in my eyes. I hadn't cried this much the first time, but now I know what prison is like and I don't want to go back. "I'm so sorry Payton," he consoled. I stood up and started pacing around the room. "I'm looking at almost double my first sentence," I yelled. I stared out the barred window. "Do I have any chance at early parole," I asked after a few minutes. "Not at all. For ether choice," Bentley replied. "I want to talk to my parents. Do I have that right," I asked. Bentley nodded. He stood up and left the room. I wiped my face but the tears kept flowing. This wasn't happening. I wish I could've helped Curt before I got sentenced again. If I get any charges while I'm trying to help Curt, I'm dead. Most people would probably call it a suicide mission.

A couple of minutes passed and my whole family came into the room, including Brett and Paul. I wiped my tears again. They all gave me a big group hug. "What are you looking at? And what were you being charged for," my dad asked. "Um," I said just before I sniffled and wiped my face again. "It's for that damn street race before I left for Florida," I cried. "And what are you looking at," my dad asked again. "Life if I don't admit to the race, nine months if I do," I replied with a sniffle. My mom gasped. She burst into tears. Brett hugged me. "You have to admit to the race," Adrian somewhat shouted. "It's not that simple," I said. "Then enlighten us," Zayn retorted. "Curt got into an accident right after I left and got into the police chase. He died instantly. They think I killed him. The only way I get out of going away for life is if I admit to the race and tell them where I was during the accident. If I do admit I'll only go away for aiding arrest and street racing," I said. "So you have an obvious choice," my mom replied. "Like I said it's not that simple," I said again. They all stared at me, they waited for me to explain. "Brett and Paul were at the race and there's millions of witnesses to prove that. If I admit, they both could go away for three months." Brett put his hand in mine. "She forgot to add something," Bentley barged in. "What," my dad asked. "She's looking at her third strike," he replied.

My mom broke down even more. "Payton, god damn fucking, Davis," my dad yelled. He was now in tears. I started crying more. "The fucking firing squad," Hayes asked. I nodded. "If I admit, they won't give me the third strike," I said. "You're telling them Payton," Brett yelled. He let go of my hand in anger. "But Brett-." "The chances of them finding out about Paul and I are slim. Besides, Paul left before the race begun," Brett interrupted, yelling. Paul just stared at me. "You have to admit Payton," Adam said. All my brothers nodded. My dad couldn't even look at me. "Look at me dad," I yelled. He looked at me. "I'll admit," I said.

After my family left, I sat in the interrogation room with Harris and Randall. They just looked at me. "You ready to help out Curt," Harris asked. "The second she leaves the room," I replied glaring at Randall. She stood up and left. "So," Harris asked. I handed him my phone that Brett left me. "Curt and I were the last two racers. I sped off down the back roads. Curt wasn't behind me so I assumed he shook the cops and went his own way. I mean, after street races you don't stay to congratulate each other. You get the fuck out so the cops don't get ya. That's the video of me losing the cops. It's the video that got me into the Course De Rue," I admitted. "You had no idea what happened to Curt after you crossed the finish line," Harris asked. "That's correct," I replied avoiding any sort of eye contact. "Was anyone else, whom you knew, there," he asked. "No," I replied. "I have pictures of Paul Walker and Brett Rooney standing next to you at the race," he argued. "I would've went away for life if I didn't admit wouldn't I of," I asked. Harris nodded. "Paul left before the race and I didn't see Brett after the race. I assume he left just after it started because he was home and his truck was put away when I got back," I said. "Thank you for your cooperation. It'll be noted for the judge. You have an early court date set for tomorrow afternoon. Payton, you saved your own life by admitting to this. I'm going to try and get you only six months but your looking at a solid nine months without a chance at early parole. That's only if you plead guilty for those crimes." "So I can plead not guilty and face no time in prison," I asked. He nodded. Oh thank god.