so, as you may have noticed, i haven't posted in these last few days and i guess you could say i've been in a little "funk" or whatever you wanna call it.
i haven't wanted to write so i haven't but i am now. there have been some family-related problems in these last couple of days which have affected my life and my motivation towards writing.
well, here is what you all are here for, "chills" chapter 8. enjoy!
[senior year of high school]
i wake up to his eyes.
"good morning. sleep well?"
"pretty well. considering."
the night flashes back. "yeah."
i get up in the same clothes as yesterday, my body begging for a shower. "i need to go home. my dad will be worrying." a lie.
"okay, i need to go home too and sort this out with my parents. they'll be worried too."
i could tell his eyes were also lying.
i say a quick thanks, for knowing how to evade the cops and leave. "need a ride?" he calls to me from the door.
shit, i don't have a ride.
"no, i can text my dad to pick me up. but thanks." i smile and turn the corner.
the walk home seems long. too long. hopefully, i didn't take a wrong turn in this new town.
what is he going to do to me when i get home the day after without calling him? i couldn't let Griffin see how he is or my house. i have to hope for the best. pfffff, the best? ugh.
. . .
i put my key in and turn it. the door unlocks and i open it. it creaks and comes to a stop just before hitting the wall.
"hello?" i have my purse under my armpit for now as i struggle to find a light. click. the light comes on and i shut the door, as quietly as i can.
i walk straight up to my room, hoping he won't notice.
"Cali?" shit. i turn around to see my brother. good. it's not him.
"Sam. it's just you. is Nick here?"
he looks at me, slightly tilting his head. "no, he was called into work but he'll be back later." he pauses.
"where were you last night? the police were all around town chasing people from the party. didn't you go? what happened?"
"i did go. with one of my classmates. friends*. some stupid neighbors called the cops and they chased us from the house.
they must've gotten a lot of calls about the party to actually do something other than a knock at the door." i look at him, hoping to change the subject.
"where were you last night? with all of this going on?"
he looks down at his hands. "i went to another one of those races. you know, that Banks holds. just up the hills."
"Sam! you know how dangerous those are! you shouldn't be going to those anymore."
"first of all, you're my little sister, whatever you say will never have an impact on my actions. second of all, i'm fine, a good driver, and i won.
third of all, you can't change the subject like that. lastly, you know we need the money. and this is a way for us to get it. for us to live." i shifted my weight onto my other leg.
"Nick won't ever give us what we need and most importantly what we want." he turns to his bedroom door but turns back. "he doesn't give a shit about us Cali. he doesn't care.
" his door slams behind him.
. . .
i get ready for school and don't have any time to eat anything. i'm outside on the porch, about to walk, before Sam comes out behind me.
"i get why you don't wanna drive but you can't keep walking in this weather." he nods to his car. "let me drive you."
i step into the passenger seat and look out the window for the ride. we stop at a stoplight and i see happy families playing and laughing at the lake near the school. one girl stands out to me.
she's about 5 and wearing a yellow bathing suit. i observe her cautiously dipping her foot in the lake and then running back to her father, who picks her up and spins her.
she laughs again and then runs back out to the water, this time standing leg deep in it.
her father hugs her as she returns and must ask her something because she immediately smiles and nods her head.
the light turns green and we keep driving as i see the father walking hand in hand with his daughter. i turn forward in my seat, trying to remember the last time i felt like she did.
"we're here." he spins his head towards me. "Cali. you gonna get up?"
"hmm? i look out the window and realize we are sitting in front of the school. why? "i don't really want to though."
he sighs and drives out of the parking lot. he's really gonna let me ditch school? "where are we going?" i'm curious.
10 minutes later we pull up to a garage. "why are we here?"
"well, you don't wanna go to school, so you aren't. instead, you," he looks at me, "are going to drive." me, driving? i hadn't driven in a long time. too long. and last night didn't count.
i follow him to the door. "you ready?"
i take a breath. "i guess i don't have a choice." he leads me through a couple of unfamiliar faces.
this was his second race in this town (he had also raced the day we had moved in) and he had already figured out the best place to drive.
he says hello to a couple of them, but they seem to have forgotten his name. we keep walking anyway. "this, is the infamous Banks." Sam introduces me to a short guy, a little older than him.
"hi, i'm Cali. Sam's sister." he puts his hand out in front of me for a handshake, but i look at Sam, acting like i didn't see it. "so, i'm driving?"
"oh, yes! yes!" Banks cuts in, forgetting about our interaction. he shows us to the back where there aren't any people.
right when you would think the garage ends another room pops up, even if it is just a closet.
Banks looks at me again, his eyes drifting away from my face. luckily Sam steps in front of me. "do you have a car to drive?"
"she doesn't right now. i brought mine. she can drive it." we walk back to his car and i sit in the driver's seat. the wheel fits nicely in my hands.
Banks and Sam get into a different car in front of me and lead me to a track. do i really wanna do this? no, but it would make Sam look bad if i, his own sister, backed out from driving.
our family, well, my grandfather, was known for racing. it was illegal but he was the greatest so no one cared. now if anyone knew we were racing we would spend most of our lives behind bars.
i step out onto a dirt road and close the car door behind me. i couldn't see the full track from here, only until the first turn.
"you ready?" a girl comes up behind me. "i'm Lucille, but everyone calls me Lucy. you must be the new guy's sister right?"
"yep, Cali." her dark waves blow over her shoulder. "have you ever driven here?" i ask her.
she looks at the track. "nah, this is for amateurs." she glances back at me. "no offense."
"none taken. i haven't driven on a track or raced at all in over a year. it was always more of my brother's thing."
"hmm, well good luck. look's like Enzo over there is timing you. they're always looking for new drivers. if you're any good, you should stay."
"thanks, but i don't think i'm gonna drive anytime soon. it's not really for me."
i walk back to Sam's car and drive to the start of the track. i unroll the window for Sam who's walking to the car.
"you don't have to care about the time. this is just for you to get used to being behind the wheel again. and don't be mad at me for this either.
i know you would rather be driving than sitting in class."
i roll up the window and place my foot on the gas, ready to drive.
Enzo looks at me and nods for me to go.
the back of the car sways as i punch it.
. . .
i would be punished for skipping school. by Nick and the school itself. i wouldn't be able, to tell the truth to anyone about what i was doing right now.
but for the moment,
but for the moment, just for the moment,
but for the moment, just for the moment, i could forget,
but for the moment, just for the moment, i could forget, about everything.