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

Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Street Race.

When I woke up my mom and Brett were sitting on the couch across from me. I sat up slowly and they both rushed to my side. "Come here," I said to Brett. He hugged me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "Me too," he whispered back. "My car," I said as I stood up. "I ordered a new engine. It's an upgraded custom version. They said it should be able to get a top speed of 280mph. If I know you, you'll get it higher than that. I got it customized so that it works with your custom suspension," Brett said. He got me to sit back down. "That Garrett kids' been calling you," my mom said. She handed me my phone. I called Garrett. "Hey," he answered. "Hey, earlier I made a couple of calls and got you into the street race. When people ask you questions, try to act like you know what you're doing. If you need me there, call me," I said. "Okay thanks," he said. We hung up.

Two hours later and Garrett called me. I heard loud music in the background. "Payton I need you. These guys are about to pummel me because they think I stole your car. I don't know anything about this car Payton," he shouted. "Be there soon," I said. We hung up again. I went out to the garage connected to my house and took my moms Ferrari. I sped out of the driveway and towards Main Street. I parked right next to the large crowd. The crowd separated as I walked through. I got up to Garrett who was being pushed onto the car by another racer. "Okay boys that's enough," I said. The bigger guy let go of Garrett. "Okay big man. You want to pick on someone, pick on someone your own size. C'mon, hit me," I urged. This guy was probably 250 pounds and was probably a foot taller than me and I'm 5'8''. "I ain't gonna hit a girl," he said. I laughed. "I've been to prison asshole. I know how to defend myself," I replied. He wasn't satisfied. I punched him right in the nose. He went back a few feet. "What the hell," he asked wiping the blood away from his mouth. "Come get me," I urged. He swung at me but I ducked and then punched him again in the face. "You know what? I ain't fighting you," he yelled. He turned and walked away. I started laughing.

Other racers and people who picked on Garrett stood around the Nissan waiting for me to speak about the car. "This 2013 Nissan GT-R is packed with a turbo-charged v8 engine. It can go 0-60 in two seconds. It has a six speed dual clutch transmission with a custom suspension for racing awesomeness. It also has 542 horsepower at 6400 rams per minute. It truly is a boosted car," I proudly preached. The crowd applauded. "You must think you're good, just because you beat up a man twice your size and memorized something about a car you've hardly driven. Did you work on the car yourself Payton," a mans voice from behind me asked. I then heard the click of a gun. I turned to see Keith. "You almost killed me," I said. "Yeah, and now I'm here to finish the job," he replied. "You must me forgetting something Keith," I said. "What would that be," he asked. "You're in my streets now," I said raising my arms into the air. Every guy, in the crowd that had a gun, took their guns out and pointed them at Keith. He lowered his gun and put it on the ground. "I'll be seeing you soon Payton Davis," Keith said as he turned and walked away.

I had to leave after that because the coast was clear from cops and the race needed to begin. By the end of the race, Garrett had won a yellow 2014 Chevy Camaro. The now ex owner of the car parked it in front of my garage and Garrett parked next to him. The ex owner of the Chevy walked his sad ass home. "You did it," I exclaimed as I hugged him. "I'm keeping this car. You can have the Nissan. Do you know the things I could do to this car," I exclaimed. "Payton, you light up when talking about cars," Garrett replied as he handed me the pink slip, the ownership of the car. I hugged him again. "Thanks for everything today Payton," Garrett said. "It's no problem. I made an awesome friend," I replied. I kissed Garrett's cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow," Garrett asked. "At the ass crack of dawn. We have to get started on that engine," I replied. Garrett laughed as he got into the Nissan and drove home.

I woke up at six and got dressed. I put on a white, layered, crop top with a white bandeau bra, and light wash jean shorts. I slipped on my sparkly converses and went outside. I was the first one awake so I was first in the garage, or so I thought. My dad and brothers got back late last night. As the door shut behind me, I heard the all too familiar sound of the click of a gun. "Good morning to you too Keith," I said as I turned around. "Should I finish you here," he asked. "Look, my whole family and a detective at the SBPD know you're still alive. Even if you kill me, you still have all of them that know," I replied. "One less person knowing is good enough for me," he retorted. "I wouldn't do that if I were you Keith," someone said. I watched as my dad came down from the second level of the garage. "Woah, thank goodness you're up as early as me today daddy," I joked. "Shut up Payton," my dad shouted. "Put the gun down brother," my dad said to Keith. "I have to go," Keith said. He put his gun away and left the garage. My dad hugged me. "Wow, he really did mean soon after he tried killing me last night," I joked. "He tried killing you and you didn't tell me," my dad asked. "Well, you know, my street family was all there," I joked again. My dad laughed. "You're lucky I slept in here," my dad said. I hugged him again.

After twelve hours of working on my car, it was six o'clock at night. I checked my phone and had many texts and calls. I called back Agent Harris, he had called the most. "Payton," he asked. "Yeah what's up," I asked. "Keith used a fake name and everything to get on a plane. He's headed to New York City. Rob got word of a huge street race being held just outside of the city. It's a big event. It's going to be just like the Course Dé Rue, except different host and different rules," he said. "Like what," I asked. "Anything goes," he replied. "Can Rob get me into the race," I asked. "He sent the host, Carlos Vega, all your race footage. You're in. You have 48 hours to get to New York. I suggest you get to driving," he replied. "My parole? I can't leave without getting wanted. I, I can't get my third strike," I yelled over the phone with tears in my eyes. "Payton, Vega is the man Keith ran drugs for. Keith is going after him just before the race. This race is the only way you can catch him," he replied. "Can't we just fly," I asked. "No, not even privately. You're parole officer would find out. By driving, you have a couple of hours," he replied. "I'll call Paul," I said as I hung up.

As I started filling my suitcase I called Paul. "Hey Payton," he answered. "Get packed, we're going to New York to get Keith," I said. "Payton, your parole? Your third strike? I can't let you do this," he replied. "Are you with me or not," I asked. "I'll be ready in five minutes," he said. I hung up. I finished my packing and took my suitcase downstairs. My family was waiting by the front door. "I wish you didn't have to do this," my mom said. "If I get caught. I want you all to know I love you. But I will not go out on the states terms. I'll be going out on my own terms," I assured. "You mean suicide," Hayes asked. Brett held my hand. "I won't be murdered," I replied. My family all joined hands. "It'll be just like last time with Beast and the planes, Paul even," I said. We did a family hug. "If this is the last time I see all of you and you see me. I want you to know I love you and that Alexis gets my room," I joked. I looked to my little sister. "Even if I die, touch my clothes and I will kill you," I said to Alexis. She laughed and then hugged me. "I'm taking after cars. For your memory," she replied. I hugged her again. I turned to all of them. "Well family, this is goodbye. It officially became a suicide mission. Love you guys," I said. "I love you too," was spoke in non unison as I left the house. I got into my blue Mustang. My family waved to me, as I sped away from my home. I watched as my house disappeared in my rear view window, for the last time.