Chapter 16

My heart started pounding in my chest.

Please, I beg you don't look at the names.

"I want a doughnut before we go back home." Ryder  enquired.

"Ehh. Ye-yeah."

Great Camilia. You're stuttering. Get your self together girl.

We arrived at our cars and drove to the nearest Starbucks. I don't understand why he didn't just ask Lola for a drink. Oh well, I'll never understand him.

"Eh. Ryder? I... I'm going to explore the city a bit okay. I'll see you later." I shouted and drove away.

After seeing my picture on the wall in the school, I got a itch to return to my old favourite place. One of the many places my dad owned, a place that he was king of. No one beat him here.

The Dare Devil Race Track.

The course was on the outskirts of the city. Around 30 minutes or so. Luckily I lived here right!

As I was nearing some traffic lights, I was struck with a hard decision. Should I visit my parents old home or not?

You know f*ck it. I'll go and see it.

Within a blink of an eye I switched lanes and took a sharp turn.

My childhood home was never sold. It was my own  enquiry and I guess I kept it.

Ten minutes zoomed passed and I was pulling into the drive way. An Overwhelming gush of emotions washed over me. Sadness, happiness, anxiousness and excitement were just some of them. Everything from that dreaded night came flooding back. Replaying everything painfully slow in my mind.

Since I didn't have the keys on me, I decided to break the window. I owned the house so it's alright. I'm not vandalising don't worry.

Unfortunately it was exactly like the last time I came here. A mess everywhere, bullet holes in the walls and furniture and the place drenched in dry, crusty blood.

I felt a sense of relief come over my shaking body. The fact that no one has come in and disturbed the house gave me some easet to my mind.

My vision was getting blurry.

Tears.

I wasn't going to explore the rest of the house. My mind and body wasn't ready for it yet. The fact that the rest of the rooms held the most action scared me. This room was enough for me to cry. God knows what the rest of the rooms would make me do.

So I jumped back out of the sitting room window and leaped back into my car closing the door behind me.

*Time skip to the racing track*

I sighed and hoped out of my parked car. Strutting into the building and up to the reception desk. The receptionist asked me for my name which I gladly gave. Her eyes widened at my answer.

"Sorry Miss could you say that again." She muttered quietly.

"Camilia Black. Queen of the track." I cleared not making eye contact with her.

"I'm sorry but there must be a misunderstanding. The Queen died a few years back." She debated.

"Want a DNA?" I asked, finnally making eye contact with her while tilting my head to the side. I knew that this was going to be the out come.

I mean, it's what any one would do if they were told someone who has been gone for the past 6 years just raise from the dead randomly.

"Em. Give me a second please. I need to call my boss." She explained, picking up the phone.

She put the phone up to her ear and waited for and answer. Suddenly my phone started buzzing but I was actually expecting it. I answered the call with a smirk on painted across face.

"Hello?"

The receptionist dropped the phone and stared at me in disbelief.

"I..... I can't belive it. I'm so sorry boss. I didn't kno-" She apologised before I cut her off.

"Look, stop. I know I would do the same. So just pretend that this didn't happen. Is my car out the back still?" I asked, punching the glass case which contained my old, prize helmet.

She hesitantly nodded and straight after that she fainted.

"Thats gonna hurt." I remarked walking past her and onto the track. I got way too excited. I practically sprinted to my 6 year stationery car.

God I hope it starts.

I got in, closed the door, turned the key, pulled the window down and sighed out of satisfaction. The engine started with no hesitation. The roar of the engine infront of me smacked a smile on to my face.

I didn't wait another millisecond. I activated the gas pedal and launched myself and the car forward. Twisting, skidding and turning around the road. The adrenaline built up inside me.

I missed this. I really did.

I was coming up to the sharpest turn of the track. I gradually pressed the brake and pulled the hand brake performing a skid perfectly.

As I turned the corner a turquoise, metallic ferrari blocked my way. I was speeding too fast to stop so I had to drive around the car to avoid a crash.

I've been in too many of them.

I didn't halt too far way from the obstacle.

Considering that I didn't have my seat belt on. I did well not to break my face on the steering wheel. I slumped back in my seat, rested my head on the headrest and released a heavy sigh from my lips.

I nearly crashed but luckily I had great skills to avoid it. The car drove up to my right side.

Peaking through my half closed eyes, I could see a male figure sitting in the drivers seat, wearing sunglasses and looking straight ahead as if nothing ever happened.

After a few seconds of silence the man finally spoke up.

"Wow. You remind me of my best friend with those skills. She used to be queen of this track actually. So tell me how did you get her car without permission? Hmm?"