Adrenalin

Chapter 4 - Hayden

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I drive home from the harbour thinking about Sydney. So, the twin turbo I heard was her. She gave away nothing and I loved it. I didn’t mind a challenge. All I knew is that I needed to know this girl. I need to run my fingers through that hair and along those lips and over that waist. My mind drifts to how damn delicious she looked, leaning against her Supra.
             I bump into the driveway and park my car in the garage next to a red Audi. Looks like dad is home. My mind is distracted as I walk into the house. I’d have to sneak out again tonight to a race I knew was going down over at Chesterville road on the outskirts of town. It’s the quickest way of getting the money I need to pay back Reggie. I couldn’t lose my spot there. If I did, I’d have to get rid of the boat.
           Dad sits at the kitchen table, still in his suit, telling mum all about his interesting day at the office. Mum stands in the kitchen a metre away, pulling something out of the oven. God bless her for even pretending she finds him half stimulating.
        Dad looks up at me as I walk in, his eyes hardening. “Where have you been?”
      “At the harbour.” I reply simply, not meeting his eye and taking a seat at the table.
      “Don’t you have homework you should be doing?” He asks. His voice drips with disappointment.
          “Probably.”
          “Well off you go then. You can skip dinner tonight.”
           “Richard –,” mum interjects.
           “Be quiet, Jeanine.” Dad snaps. “The kid has to learn.”
          This was their favourite thing to do. Refer to me as ‘the kid’ and bicker about me being such a disappointment while I was still in the room, as if that was going to motivate me or something. It might’ve motivated a normal kid to try and prove their parents wrong, but it just made me angry. I’m a ticking time bomb, and ever since my Katie and Daniel died, I’ve shut up and I’ve dealt with it to keep them happy. But I know one of these days I’m going to blow and it aint going to be pretty.
           I leave the room, but they hardly notice. They just continue their screaming match. I trudge up the stairs, past Katie’s room and into mine. It’s uncharacteristically tidy and I hate it, but mum has nothing else to do during the day. This isn’t a home, it’s just a house that I’m forced to live in.
            I drag my bag towards me and yank out my school books, spreading them out on the bed in front of me. History, Literature and Maths. I’m completely useless at the first two, but somehow numbers make sense to me. I pull my maths book closer and chuck the others at the floor. May as well try and pass the time until my parents go to sleep.

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11:54pm. Surely they are asleep by now. I creep down the hall, every creak and crack a thousand times louder in the silence. Pressing my ear against mum and dad’s room, the sounds of their snores enter my ear.
            Perfect. Time to go.
         I sneak downstairs to the garage door and turn the knob slowly, quietly. Shit, I should’ve parked my car out on the street. Too late now. I skirt around dad’s car and jump into the front seat of mine, chucking my favourite leather jacket onto the passenger side. My engine was pretty quiet, considering how old the car was, but it still sounded like a herd of elephants stomping down the road in this silence.
          I reverse slowly out of the driveway with my lights off. Once the house was out of sight, I turned the lights on. The drive to Chesterville was a good thirty minute drive or longer, even without traffic. I drove through the deserted streets of town and further out, where the houses thinned out, replaced by industrial blocks and until finally I could see paddocks and grasslands.
         I turn right onto Chesterville and see lights up ahead. I drive closer and park my car off to the side, away from the serious contenders. Also because it’s a little embarrassing to be seen in this shit-box piece of scrap.
       All sorts of cars line up, ready to go; Camaros, Nova’s, Monte Carlos and some good old fashioned Mustangs. It was a beautiful sight. Girls in bright pink mini-skirts and cut-off tops that hardly contained their tits leaned against cars or had their arms wrapped around one of the racers. None of the girls seemed to actually want to race themselves.
          I stand next to a couple of guys that look slightly older than me, with buzz-cut hairdos and tatts running down their arms. We shake hands and discuss some of the cars. We’re all on equal footing here, unless you go back on a bet, then you’re in deep shit.
            Danny, a black kid about nineteen, goes around collecting bets. He used to race apparently, until he lost his car. He was racing for slips and got his ass kicked. Ever since then he’s just been organising and collecting.
           “Hey, Hayden.  What’s up?” Danny greets me, shaking my hand.
            “Nothin’ much, man.”
          “You gonna bet on this one?” He jerks his head towards the cars at the starting line. I look over his shoulder and check out the situation. A ’64 Chevy Nova against a 2001 Mustang Cobra. Very interesting. An urge takes over me, daring me to bet. What’s the worst that could happen? But I restrain myself. It has to be right and I don’t quite feel it.
           “Nah, man, I’ll know the right race when I see it.” I reply.

The Nova won, as I suspected. I had pretty good knack for choosing who would win. The wad of cash in my back pocket seemed to burn, itching to be put in play. Not yet. Just wait.
        A new sound fills my ears - the sound of a twin turbo engine, not the usual American Muscle. It sounds oddly familiar. I look towards the sound and so does half of the crowd. A sleek black Supra rolls into sight, reversing into a free space. The windows are tinted black, hiding the driver, but I have a suspicion I know who it is.
       The door opens and a long leg slides out, followed by a curvy waist and, I have to admit, great tits. She looks just as damn gorgeous as I remember. Her milky skin is visible through the slits in her ripped jeans. My eyes travel further up her body to the strip of bare skin just above the waistband of her jeans and between her top, which seems to be a size too small, hugging her curves and stretching over her chest. My body heats.
          Sydney shuts the door to her car and walks up to Danny, completely oblivious to everyone staring at her. They can’t seem to decide what’s hotter; Sydney or her car. She strikes up a deal with Danny and hands him some cash, walking back to her car.
        Before she gets in, she glances over her shoulder, as though sensing my eyes on her. Our eyes lock and I raise an eyebrow, indicating my surprise. She doesn’t acknowledge me, not even a spark of recognition. She turns back to her car and climbs inside, revving the engine. Chills run down my spine as she rolls up to the starting line.
             This is the one.