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

Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Nine Month Pregnant? How About Nine Months in Prison?

I had one month left in my sentence. I was in solitary again because of safety concerns. I sat on my somewhat comfy bed looking at the cement, cold, walls. I saw the metal toilet and the metal desk with a pencil and paper on it. I heard the cell door next to mine close. I went down to the air vent connecting our cells. I saw her pacing around. "You can't keep me in here," she yelled. "That's not going to stop them," I said. I sat down next to the vent. "Who are you? Who's there," she asked. "My names Payton. I'm down here," I said. She kneeled next to the vent and saw me sitting there. "How old are you," she asked. "Seventeen," I replied. She sat down and got comfortable. "What are you in for," she asked. "Street racing, aiding arrest, I'm in here for nine months," I replied. "Ugh, I stabbed my boyfriend in self defense. He blubbered like a baby during the trial and won the sympathy of the jury. I'm in here for three years," she said. "That sucks," I said. "Yeah. Are you in school," she asked. "Nope, I had to drop out. This isn't my first time in prison." "What were you in for the first time?" "Street racing again, six months. My other charges got turned into multiple fines. It was just over $20,000," I said. "Wow," she replied. "Davis, that sounds familiar," she noticed. "I was all over the news last year. I won the biggest underground race in America," I clarified. "Oh yeah! I remember seeing that on the news with my college room mate," she exclaimed. "What's your name," I asked. "Camila," she replied. I stuck my finger through the vent and she did too. She did a finger hand shake. "Nice to meet you Camila," I said. "You too Payton," she replied.

The last month took forever to finish. But today was my last day. I left tomorrow morning. Cam and I have become great friends. She's only 25. I was handed my dinner through the tray slot in my cell door. I was given a normal prisoners dinner because I was only in here for protection. Cam has always been given the solitary confinement food though. "What did you get," she asked through the vent. "Ham sandwich, chips, carrots, and Apple wedges," I said. "I got something that could be considered poop. This should be a crime," she joked. I handed her an apple wedge through the vent. "Do you want the rest of them? I'm only gonna eat the chips and my sandwich," I said. I saw her smile through the vent. I handed her all the apples and all the carrots. "Thanks Payton," she said. "No problem. I'm going to sleep now," I said. I stood up and went to my bed. Tomorrow I was going to feel my family's embrace once again.

My cell door slammed open. "Davis, let's go," the guard said. I stood up. "Bye Payton," Cam said. "By Cam," I yelled back. I was sad to be leaving her. "Keep moving," the guard shouted. He led me to get my things. I got dressed in the clothes I got arrested in, a tank top and shorts. He led me to check out where I signed myself out and then he led me out the gates. The girls outside were yelling at me. This time they didn't cheer, they were pissed that I was back. Once the gate opened I saw a red truck, Brett.

Brett got out of the truck and I ran to him. We both had tears in our eyes. I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. We hugged. "I missed you so much," he said. "Me too," I replied still bawling. I kissed him. He put me down. "Why'd you bring this piece of shit and not one of my Mustangs," I asked. He laughed. "This was my first car. She's my baby," he said pretending to be hurt. He opened the passenger door for me. "Thank you sir," I joked. I got in and then he did. "We should have sex," Brett joked. I punched him. "You're so dumb," I teased. He laughed and then started driving home.

When Brett stopped in front of my house I asked him,"Is my dad disappointed?" "Payton, he'd never be disappointed in you," Brett replied putting his hand on my leg for comfort. "Is he mad though. Are any of them mad," I asked. "Your sisters pissed at you. She thinks you can't keep out of trouble," Brett said. "I don't get myself in trouble on purpose. Trouble just always finds me," I replied. "Paul went to jail. For one month," Brett said. "What," I asked. "Yeah. He pleaded guilty for being at the race. They took him down to one month from three because he gave out some peoples names who were at the race," Brett said. "Wait, did he ever think about when the people get out they're gonna go after him?" "They all think it was you," Brett said with a laugh. I laughed. "He's home now though," I asked. "Yeah, but he lost his daughter. She got sent back to Hawaii to live with her mom." I looked out the window. What have I done? "Are you gonna go in? Or are you gonna keep staring," Brett asked. I laughed and then left the truck.

I walked inside and saw my family sitting in the living room. "There she is," Hayes said. They all stood up. My mom hugged me first. "Hi mom," I said. My dad was next. "I love you princess," he said. "I love you too," I replied. My brothers gave me a big group hug. When they let go I saw Alexis. She didn't even look at me. I saw next to her on the couch. "I missed you Lex," I said. "Screw you," she replied. I looked at my parents and my brothers. "I know. I'd be mad too," I admitted. "I was at school Payton. I never got to say goodbye. Imagine coming home from a stressful day at school and being told by mom that you're not coming home for at least nine months. And then she told me you might be killed because of the damn three strike rule," she yelled. She started crying and stood up from the couch. "Alexis I'm sorry," I said. "No," she yelled. She ran upstairs to her bedroom. "It'll take time," my mom said. "Yeah I know," I replied.

We were now sitting at the dinner table eating pizza my mom made. "That was amazing mom," I said. "Thanks baby," she said as she took my plate. "We should go see Paul," Brett suggested. "Let's go," I said. "Don't be stupid," my dad said. I laughed. "That probably didn't register," Adam joked.

I pulled into Paul's driveway. I went up and knocked on the door. After a minute he answered. "I'm back," I said. He hugged me. "You look great for just getting out of prison," Paul noticed. "You too," I teased. He let us inside. "It was only a month, and it was in the local jail," he argued. "When's Meadow coming back," I asked. "Another month or so, when my parole ends," Paul replied. "Shit, you're on parole," Brett asked. "Yep," Paul replied. I laughed. "What," Paul asked. "I've taught you well," I teased. He playfully punched me.

I now laid in my plush bed. Everyone else had gone to sleep. I got a text. I saw it was from Rob. It read,"I got some info about Curt's accident from a cop friend of mine. He's here and says he needs to talk to you. He needs your help finding the real killer." I text him back,"I'm on my way." The time was almost eleven o'clock at night. I went to my closet and slipped on white shorts, a neon pink tank, and a black bandeau bra. I yawned and then grabbed my car keys. I went downstairs where my dad was getting a midnight snack. "Where are you going," my dad asked. "Rob needs me," I replied. "Payton, you need to stay out of trouble," my dad suggested. "Let's just face it, that'll never happen. Trouble always finds me. Wether I want it to or not," I replied. "At least take your white Mustang so the cops don't start following you just to arrest you for something stupid," he suggested. "Good idea," I said. I went out to the garage and threw my keys into my blue Mustang. I got into my white Mustang and started her up, I always leave my keys in this car. I revved the engine and then left.

I pulled in front of Rob's garage and parked. I went up his porch steps and into his house. Rob and someone else were sitting at the kitchen table. "Were you asleep princess," Rob asked. I laughed and then I saw Agent Harris. He turned to look at me. "What are you doing here," I asked. "I thought you'd be more happy to see me," he asked. I laughed. "I am. I guess I'm just on edge. You know what happened the last time I saw you," I replied. I went and sat next to them. "You look great," he noticed. "Thanks," I replied. "Now let's get down to business," Rob said. He handed me a folder. "Curt got into the car accident right after the race ended. But we know it was someone who wanted to kill him," Harris added. "Okay," I said confused. "This is a security camera photo we caught just as the killer collided with Curt's car," Harris said handing me the picture. I didn't believe my eyes. It was my uncle, Keith Davis.

"Keith is dead," I argued. "We think Keith was forced to kill Curt," Rob said. "This is impossible," I shouted. "Did Keith have an open casket funeral," Harris asked. "No," I replied. "But how would that-." I stopped. "Aston never killed Keith then," I asked. "No but Aston thinks he did. The people at the hospital told everyone that Keith died because he was being hunted by a drug dealer," Rob said. "So an innocent man is in prison," I asked. "No, legally Keith is dead," Harris replied. "They just faked it though to save his life," I said. "Right," Rob said. "But how did-." I stopped once again, thinking. "My dad knew," I said. Rob nodded. "And you did too," I yelled, hurt. "Aston never killed Keith. That's all that matters. What about when my dad went to prison? My grandpa died. He died for no reason! They could've saved him but they wanted to save Keith instead," I yelled. "This was your grandpas idea. He knew about Keith being hunted he thought of the race and figured the money could get Keith out of the mess," Rob said. "But then Aston made Keith wreck," Harris added. "Your grandpa knew this was the only way to save Keith. He knew he wouldn't live even with treatment. Your dad went away to make the story seem real," Rob finished. "So where's Keith," I asked. "No one knows," Harris replied.