I sat on my bike, missing the feeling of adrenaline that came before every race I ever had. My reputation in this place precedes me, but not in the way that I would prefer.
The only way to survive in this place is to earn the respect of the people here.
And the only way to earn their respect is to get them to fear you.
I will never tell a living soul what I did in this place in order to survive and thrive, but I know that my past here will haunt me for the rest of my life.
However, I am not living in the past. It's too late to back out now. You got a rep here, you got it for life, and you have to keep it up.
I revved the engine and felt the glare of my rival, along with the burning stares of the onlookers. My back was almost on fire, but so was my head and my soul; I was furious. Everything today went wrong, so I'll make sure that this ends right.
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In 10 minutes, I had collected the money from the bets placed on me and mounted my bike again, this time getting ready to head to Lena's house, when I was approached by a man.
"Hello Panther. How are you doing on this fine day?"
I internally gagged at his fake sweet voice, but replied using one of my own nonetheless.
"Very well, kind sir. Can I help you with something?" I replied to him with the same tone, except emphasizing my sweetness to the point where he knew that I wasn't gonna stand there and chit-chat all day.
He sighed, obviously already annoyed at me. Hm, new record.
"I run a race track in America, and I was wondering if you might be traveling there, possibly spending a few years there? If i have you on my ground that would bring everyone to it."
Oh my God what the fuck is this today?? Am I experiencing the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon?? Am I going insane??
I replied by saying, "I'll think about it, but nothing's for sure for now."
He nodded and gave me his business card, which I found quite weird cause, come on, he runs an illegal race track.
After he left I mounted my bike and headed over to Lena's, knowing full well that I have to apologize for my actions earlier.
As I reached her house, I saw that her lights were still on, meaning that she was still up and waiting for me. I almost started crying again, but held my tears back as i rang the doorbell.
As soon as she opened the door, I ran into her and hugged her for one minute straight, and then she wrapped her arms around me.
"I have to go back and get it over with." I told her with sadness engulfing my eyes.
"I know." She replied with sadness lacing her own eyes.
She invited me in and we sat there, filling our bellies with ice-cream and beer (a really disgusting combination that nobody should ever try unless he/she hits ROCK bottom.)
"Hey," she said with optimism in her voice. "Maybe you'll meet a girl there."
That thought cheered me up a little.
My whole life in this amazing country, I learned that all good things come with bad things. Even though they all seem like family here, Lebanese people are quite against anyone from the LGBT community, and atheists and etc.
Old-fashioned is the best description for them.
"Yeah," I sighed. "Maybe."
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