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“Race me,” he challenges with a smirk. “If you win, I’ll replace your doors and stop coming into your room at night.” Evie's lips part slightly in shock.
“And if you win?” she asks, knowing he’s up to something.
“If I win, you’ll serve me drinks on the boat this Saturday, and refer to me as yourKing.” He leans down in her face. “And you’ll wear whatever outfit I choose for the event.”
She scoffs at him. “Deal.”
If I wasn't worried before, I sure as fuck am now.
Evie walks up to the instructor, pointing at the bright red car in the front. “I want the Shelby GT,” she says while Alexi goes to fetch his Aston Martin. It’s a good pick, but as soon as Evie sits in the racing seats her eyes look heavy.
I move towards the side where the instructor was planning to sit. I give him a look that has him backing away immediately.
People sometimes forget that just because I’m the quiet one, doesn’t mean I'm the nice one.
Except, maybe to Evie.
She looks over at me as I get in. “I don’t need a babysitter,” she snaps. However, the bite behind it is lacking because of her exhaustion. According to the time Damien saw her in the gym, she hasn't slept in about fifty-four hours.
“No privacy, remember?” I tell her, knowing she won’t argue. She doesn’t have the energy anyways.
Alexi pulls up alongside us, rolling down his window. “What the fuck are you doing with her?” he asks me.
I lazily lay my arm out the window, making myself comfortable. “You said we had to escort her everywhere, even the bathroom.” I shrug. “I figured the same applied with a car.” I’m silently challenging him to argue with his own words.
He shakes his head at me before we pull up to the starting line. Lights flash overhead to signal the start. Alexi and Evie both hit the gas, their tires squealing behind them on the wet pavement.
Halfway through the race, I’m even more impressed with Evie. She’s holding her own, going neck and neck with Alexi. There’s a split-off coming up with an embankment. Whoever pulls out of that ahead will most likely win since the track is too narrow to pass on the other side.
Evie begins slowing down slightly to prepare for the turn when an odd look crosses her face. I look to the road, then back at her.
Instead of slowing, she begins to accelerate. “Evie, you need to take this turn slowly,” I tell her, concern etched in my voice.
“If I hit him, it’s over,” she mumbles just loud enough for me to hear. I look back to the road not seeing anyone.
“Evie you need to slow down or we’re going to go over the embankment,” I say with a little more force, grabbing onto the ‘oh shit’ handle.
She flinches, blinking fast before looking at me. “Where did he go?” she questions, letting off the gas slightly but not nearly enough.
She turns her eyes back to the road like she's seeing it for the first time. They widen as she starts hitting the brakes, but it’s too late. The tires slide on the wet pavement as we begin to fishtail. Evie rips the parking brake attempting to drift into the turn.
Suddenly, the car flips.
Once… twice… an object prevents us from rolling a third time. I watch helplessly as Evie’s side takes the worst of the hit.
The car has stopped, but it takes a moment for my body to catch up with itself. I close my eyes for a moment, regaining my center. I take a deep breath, analyzing my body and the pain. It’s minimal though, nothing sharp or too achy. I remember the look on Evie’s face as we slid, and the terror in her eyes when we flipped. That's when I turn my head to the side to look at her.
Her eyes are closed. Blood and glass mar her pale face, and she isn’t moving.
I click off my seatbelt before going to her. I know not to move her, but I need to know if she’s breathing. If she has a heartbeat.
With shaking hands, I feel for her pulse. Nothing.
I watch for a few seconds to see if her chest rises. Nothing.
The racing seats are cradling her head, but I remove my jacket to add extra padding, helping to immobilize her head before I begin CPR.
There isn’t a lot of room, but this is the only option.
