AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My fists curl with my need to end him. I might just have agreed to only get K out on Saturday night, but Dad is stupider than I thought if he really thinks I'm not going to go after that cunt myself.
"Karting?" I ask Ace and Cole, who stand either side of me with smiles playing on their lips.
"Yeah. You used to love it as a kid."
Understatement of the century. "We went once," I argue, remembering the time Charlie took us for mine and Cole's birthday. For some reason, he actually treated us to a day out. Looking back now, I wonder what was in it for him.
"Yeah, but it was great fun."
"Fair enough," I mutter.
"Thought you could outrun a few of your demons."
"I'm not sure that’s possible while he's still breathing."
"Saturday, bro," Cole says, slapping me on the back. "Saturday night your girl will be back in your arms and in your bed, and you can fall asleep with your tiny little coc—"
"Ow," he complains when I slap him across the head. "Was that necessary?"
"Yeah, we all know mine is bigger than yours, so quit trying to convince anyone otherwise." I lean into him and lower my voice. "Even Hadley knows."
I move before he can get to me and laugh at the look on his face.
"You motherf—"
"Shall we have this out on the track, children?" Ace asks, an amused smirk playing on his lips.
"Fine. But you're going to fucking lose," Cole seethes as he passes me.
"See you at the finish line, motherfucker."
"Maybe this was a terrible idea," Ace mutters to himself as I catch up to him.
"Nah, bro. I really appreciate it. Just don't get bitter when I beat your ass."
The place is deserted, and I soon realize that Ace and Cole had planned it that way so we didn't have to deal with anyone else. There are only three karts on the track, and, after makin
g our selections, we buckle up.
"Get ready to lose, assholes," I announce as we stare at the traffic lights in front of us, ready to floor it to the first bend.
The second the green light shows, I put my foot to the floor as a surge of adrenaline races through me. A smile pulls at my lips as I look to my left to see Cole laughing to himself.
Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea on their part. I don't need them to tell me that I've been a miserable fuck the past couple of weeks. I feel it in every fiber of my being, but I needed this. I needed them to stand beside me and show me that not everything is shit, and hopefully we can stand together on Saturday night and put that motherfucker in the ground where he's supposed to be.
I have no idea how many races we do or how long we're out on that track. All I do know is that by the time we're done, I'm covered in a sheen of sweat, my heart is racing, and I can't stop smiling. It's a good fucking feeling.
But the second I step out of the kart, having pulled off yet another win, reality comes crashing down. I'm here enjoying myself while she’s...
"What the fuck is that look for?" Cole asks, his eyes assessing me. "You just won... again."
"Have I, though?" I ask, throwing the helmet to the ground and storming off the track and away from both of them. If I'd won, my girl would be here to celebrate with me, not stuck somewhere against her will with fucking Satan himself.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kennedy
I spend the week sneaking my cell phone into my school bag so I can text Conner throughout the day. After an amazing night together at the bar, I can’t let go. I know it’s risky, I know Warren will probably do something awful if he finds out, but I need that link to him.
