I landed outside the front porch, and hustled myself inside. The street lights coming on and ushering in the night. The sweat from my encounter was still beading up on my muzzle, and my face still flushed red.
I finally got inside and shut the door.
"Cobalt? What happened darling?"
My mothers voice came from the living room, she must have heard me come in and rush inside.
"Nothin ma, just the guys gave me trouble again"
If she knew what those guys did to people, I would never race again! And racing is my thing! I would rather be dead.
"You look like you got spooked by something baby, what happened?"
"Ma, the guys just stopped me on my way back from practice again, they wanted to talk about the race tomorrow."
"Alright dear, I just wanted to make sure you're ok, you know how I feel still after your father died, I don't want to lose anyone else"
My fathers been dead for about three years now, we lost him to an accident at his work, some ditz dropped a piano on him, and now, well, he watches me race up there.
"Ma, I'll be fine. I'm just gonna run upstairs and just get ready for tomorrow ok?"
"Ok, but just, be careful tomorrow?"
I flew into my room and closed the door, flipping the light switch revealed my entire room to me, posters hung from the walls, trophies in glass cases from races I've won, and a jacket that hung from the back of the door like a medal read "Cobalt Blue, Baltimare Racing" my race jacket was my pride and joy, my father bought it for me a couple of days before he died. I can still remember his thick manehatten accent, and the smoke from his cigar curling from his lip.
"Son, I'm so proud of you, you don't realize how happy I am to see you succeed."
"Dad, thank you, I'm just happy to race, that's really it. Racing is what I truly love"
"Son, just remember this, there will come a time when you're gonna look at yourself and wonder who you are. And you just gotta dig deep, look at moments like these, and see who you are. You may not see what others see, but that don't mean you're blind."
I still wish he was here to see me race, and I wish he was here.
I grabbed my bags and got my gear together, all my racing stuff went in it, including the jacket. I threw it near the door, and I sighed.
"I just have the feeling, like I'm not gonna do well tomorrow"
I knew already that I wasn't going to make it tomorrow.
