Life in The Fast Lane

Chapter 3

Liyah woke up to the sound of footsteps above her. She quickly pulled on a pair of shorts before darting up the stairs.

Dominic looked up from the refrigerator with a raised brow, "You in a hurry?"

"You're going now?" she asked by way of an answer.

He sent her a nod.

Liyah let out a breath, holding out her right hand expectantly.

Shoulders tense, Dom closed the fridge before taking her hand. Nothing happened for a second but, then she was swept up in the images of a vision.

Three dark nondescript cars trailing a large two-part tanker truck in the night.  As one pulled ahead the one bringing up the rear fell behind. Liyah held her breath as the road narrowed orange cones in a construction zone, the middle car going too fast to slow down. The car swerved out before tucking under the truck riding beneath it before darting out on the other side when the road opened back up. Vince stood up a medium sized harpoon in hand. He shot it through the truck's windshield, using it to crawl through into the truck. The driver put up a fight but, Vince smoothly knocked him out to take control of the wheel.

She searched through it for anything of problem before it ended. Dominic looked at her with a silent question.

"Tell Letty to go for it, don't hesitate. But You're good, " she conceded, wrapping her arms around his torso in a hug. "Be safe."

He returned it before pulling away to grab his black jacket from the back of one of the kitchen chairs. "I always am."

She scoffed as she pulled the door to her basement open. "Sure, you are."

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The rest of the week passed in an uneventful blur and before she knew it, Liyah was brimming with nervous energy as she fidgeted with the zipper on her racing suit. Manny, the Chief of her six-manned pit crew, glanced over at her from the tire he was adjusting.

"Stop worrying woman, you've got this."

Liyah forced herself to release her zipper, stuffing her hands in her pocket. "I just don't want to mess this up. We need this."

The Drift competition, whether she won or lost could lead to bigger things, like sponsors which they desperately needed. A good sponsor could be the difference between replacing an engine with top-shelf parts over subpar ones.

As if reading her mind Manny stood with a grunt. He was seven years her senior, they'd met at one of the street races she'd been a part of when he offered her a driving position on the team.

"Liyah, you're one of the best drivers out here, just keep your head about you and listen to the car, she'll do the rest." he finished, giving her braided ponytail a tug before returning to his work.

Liyah released a sigh before looking around the ports at all the different trailers set up. Across from her, she caught the eye of one of the drivers and she quickly looked away but, it seemed that was enough as he hopped over his barrier that kept the onlookers from entering the pits.

"Aaliyah, you better drop out now!" he chuckled coming to a stop outside of her own barrier.

She rolled her eyes before turning to him with a sharp smile, swaying her hips confidently as she approached the man, noticing the way his eyes tracked her movements. She came to a stop a few feet in front of him. "You'd think but, seeing as you've yet to score," she said with a wink. "I mean score higher than me, that you'd learn when to turn tail."