Lea Moore [Sequel to Raine Walker] (ON-HOLD)

Chapter Twelve

        "Today was fun," I sigh, looking up to find Scott's eyes looking up on the constellation before us. 

        "I'm glad you thought so," Scott smiles, looking down to connect our eyes. I feel his hand mess around with my fingers, fumbling with each finger like it was a Lego. He intertwines our fingers together, seeing how his large hand enclosed mine. I feel his other arm tug me closer to him, entangling ourselves together. 

        "Why didn't you tell me you raced?" I asked, curious as to the reason. I would've never guessed he raced, which is why this puzzled me.

        "I didn't see the need to because I've been out of it for a little while. I just wasn't racing. I only thought about it a couple days ago." He pauses, looking down at me while I leaned my head on his chest. "I brought you because I wanted to share the experience with you."

        I smile. "I appreciate it."

        There was this silence that developed around us as I began to think. "How did you get into racing?"

        It was just a question that popped into my head in a moment's notice. I wanted to know the background of his racing skills.

        "It was a while ago when I started. I was sixteen," he explains. As he talks, I could hear the vibration of his voice through his chest. "I don't know how, but I do know why. I just wanted to get away. I wanted to get away from the drama."

        "Drama? You mean finding me?" I ask, though I wasn't hurt when he said those words. I knew it wasn't to be offensive of any sorts, so it didn't bother me.

        He hesitates before he answers. "Yeah. Getting behind the wheel was the first chance at getting away for a little bit. Driving recklessly. Speeding. It was just something I felt I needed. As soon as I got my license, I got out as much as I could to drive. Just drive for however long I could go...without running out of gas that is."

        "It was that stressful?"

        "It wasn't just looking for you; if that's what you're asking..." his voice trails off.

        "Then what was it?" I ask, suddenly getting really curious at to what was driving Scott to be having the need for speed. There must've been something that has been effecting him to a point where he needed to get away.

        "My life."

        I turn my head, looking at the look in his eyes. He wasn't looking at me. He removes his hand from mine, adjusting me off of him so he could sit up. He slides off of the hood of his car, standing on the ground as he runs his fingers through his hair. Is he pushing me away?

        I slowly slide off the hood of the car, making sure not to startle him. He doesn't look at me as I stand beside him, but I could see the pain flooding through his eyes. I wanted him to tell me. I thought it is only fair for him to tell me about his past since he practically knows everything about mine. But I don't want to open up wounds that have managed to keep shut. I don't want to do that.

        I've never seen him like this. He's staring at the ground, looking up it like it has all the answers. He looks almost broken, like a protective layer shed off of him that I've always seen. Now, it's almost as if there's a new Scott Richards before me. I want to reach out and touch him, to let him that I'm still here and not going anywhere, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was just lost in the distant look in his eyes. That's when he closes his eyes, trying to shed away the past from him. 

        "My mother died when I was thirteen," he begins out of the blue. "We knew it was coming. She had cancer."

        I feel myself cringe a little.