Chapter 28

I stopped still and smirked to myself.

"I'm sorry, you talking to me?" I asked getting into the drivers seat and looking up at him innocently. He just scoffed in disbelief before answering "Watch your mouth. Before you get yourself killed." He warned while staring at me intensely with a side smirk tucked on one side of his mouth.

"Hey, Blaze. Come on!" David shouted from inside his car bhind us.

He stayed there until I gave him the heads up. "Just know, I'm not scared of death." I stated before starting the car and pulling out of my parking spot.

I sat in the car following behind David deep in thought.

Those eyes, they look familiar. But from where, I don't know.

I blindmindedly followed David for a few minutes and before I knew it, I found myself at the race track.

"Yah! Punk! Why are we here?!" I gave out to David who was getting out of his car and walking over to me with his hands in his pockets as it was cold. The subtle breeze didn't help.

"It's been a while. So I thought why not?" he answered unbothered before opening my car door.

"Wow you really want me to go, huh?" I asked surprised at his gestures yet still turning off the ignition, jumping out, slamming the door behind me and jogging to catch up with David who had already started off to the reception.

When we reached the reception, we noticed that there was no one in the building. Seeing this, David signed in the guest book with his fake name and my fake name. He entered the track placing his large cold hands back into his trouser pockets.

This made me, once again, have to chase after him.

I meekly studied him from behind. He seemed cold. Unhappiness or uneasiness was the vibe he was giving off. He didn't turn back to look at me once.

Before I knew it we stopped in front of my old race car which I had used the days before.

Man, I really do get lost in my thoughts whenever I'm with him.

"Get in." He ordered as he sat in the passenger seat and buckled his helmet and seat belt. Again, he never looked at me. Not even one little sneak peak.

I sighed and shuffled into the drivers seat beside him. "Why are you doing this?" I asked knowing full well that he didn't want to.

"Because I want to!" He said sternly while looking blankly out the window screen.

"Get out." I ordered.

He didn't answer me.

"David, I'm asking you nicely." I warned him.

David sighed and rested his hand on the handle.

Looking out the opposite window I didn't see him edging his hand slowly closer and closer the the ignition button.

When he was close enough he pressed it and lifted the hand break. Without thinking twice, I slammed the brakes.

I jumped forward because I didn't have my seat belt on or around me. Nearly hitting my head off the front window.

The jerk caused me foot to slip off the break and on to the accelerator. Once again we were pushed back into our seats and the car launched forward on to the used track.

Trying to gain control of the car, I took my eyes off the road for a few seconds. "Cam, Cam, CAAM!" David screamed beside me in pure panic. I looked up as saw a car drive straight for us at a great speed.

The car wasn't close enough for me to miss and cause a crash so I didn't panic too badly.

Gripping the leather steering wheel in front of me, I swiftly directed the car into a quick skid and made it face the opposite way of the track. I changed gear, checked both wind mirrors and slammed on the accelerator all within a few split seconds.

"Practice makes perfect." I heard David mumble then sigh. "So that was plan all along, wasn't it." I concluded quietly but David still heard my whisper. "Die to Ride, remember?" He announced finally taking a glance at me through the corner of his eye.

His words made smile slightly. Faded memories of the times my dad would say that came rushing back.

He would say that every time he and David's dad would leave each other. Insead of saying goodbye they would say 'Die to Ride, dope'. And the second responder would reverse the saying. 'Ride to Die.' Thats what made it that bit more special. No one really new about the reverse part. Except for family members but now that we're the only ones left it had that importance.

It became one of my father famous phrases. It was also his last words. Not just to me but to the world. 'Die to Ride, little one' he gasped before.... BANG! He was killed right infront of my young, innocent, scarred eyes.

The words were now known worldwide. If I were to say them, there would always be that one 'You're a fan too?' person. It's not something I wanted to bring up often so never said it unless I was alone.

Hearing it from David made me happy. I was happy that he didn't forget.

"Ride to die, Haribo...

>to be continued