Indestructible -Rick-

[RODERICK ALTAIR PARKER]

Once again, it was just another race night to me. Another way to earn a few thousands quick. Illegal as it was, didn’t bother me at all, I honestly seemed to have a streak for the dangerous, bad for you and illegal shit. Seemed the only thing in my life that was right was my daughter. That was until I found out that I also had a son, and the mother had not even told me about him. That did not set with me. I went to get whatever information from her I could. And of course had my ass covered about the situation. I got what I needed though. Enough to hopefully find my son, Jaxson. He was five and I never knew his existence, that seemed to be a constant rattle in my mind, even looking at my daughter. How was I to tell her that she had a brother? After all she was used to being daddy’s angel for two years, no one but her. She had me, Greg and Michelle certainly wrapped around her fingers, we bent easily to every whim she had. Only person I ever feared my daughter, she had my temper, which I had yet to determine to be good or bad.

I kissed her good night, I had to make my daughter some money, everything as wrong as it might be was done for her. To make her happy, and yes, there had been numerous times that I wanted to say fuck it all and sell the shop, the racers, all over it and be with her 24/7, but I couldn’t. That was a good reason to have the support lines I did. Michelle was well paid and never minded watching Dani, who was like a niece to her. To be honest though, I was surprised she hadn’t started calling her momma or something crazy like that. But I think Dani knows that’s not her mother, that she has no mother. Which is exactly what I want. Call me cruel, but I don’t want her to know her mother, I can’t stand her, and I know her mother would never do her right, and what I feel about the situation was the important thing right?

I was stopped at a light, sighing heavily, I had to get my head straight, this was no simple squat race. I had my Charger, you know its big time when I bring out this beast. The light turned green, and I treated it like a flag dropping, hitting the gas so hard the front of the car came up and I peeled forward on two tires before I let go of the gas, letting the front tires bounce against the tarmac before laying on the gas again and zooming off towards the meeting area, and squealing to a stop as I parked. Oh, yes, I make sure everyone knows that Rick Parker arrived. It would be interesting to see how many cars would be leaving tonight at the sight of my Charger. This was the big game. I wasn’t going to risk anything, or so I would think.

I easily spotted Greg and his girl, Ashlyn, she wasn’t my cup of tea, but to each their own, at least she wasn’t Asian. I was easily distracted by Nat as she joined in the pre-race chatter and scoping out. There wasn’t a car here that had anything on my charger, I knew it, and those that were familiar to the scene knew it as well. A few other racers greeted me, and just as we were getting ready to start I of course noticed a few cars had seemingly pulled from the races, which drew a deep chuckle as I bent down to kiss my charm on the head. “Met you on the hood.” I told her before I climbed into my car, and got lined up, not a clue in the world as to just how close again I would come to losing my life. I prepared the beast with a few nice and loud roars of the engine. It was deafening inside the car, I could imagine how it sounded on the outside.

The flag was down, and again I was popping a wheelie before I simmered down enough to let the front of the car rest against the tarmac again and sped off, it gave a false sense of security when I was in the Charger, I was always last off the line, but always first across the line, that line was the one that mattered. And I was quickly caught up with the pack and pulling into the lead, which was customary. But I also did not know the danger that loomed ahead, and shifted into last gear and pulled into the firm lead. I was a born and racer, and I wasn’t stopping now.

The race was going good, but then a noticed something flash before the headlights of my car, what the fuck? This wasn’t going to be good. With only seconds to spare I was able to focus on the face. WHAT THE FUCK WAS SHE DOING JUST STANDING THERE!? The fact that she was even in the road to begin with was a secondary thought. I hit the brakes, pulling hard on the wheel, and the rest, I barely remember over the sounds of crunching metal as the car flipped, my head rattling on my shoulders before hitting the window, leaving some wonderful crack marks. I really do have a hard head it seems. As I tried to wrap my aching head about what happened, I was clipped by another racer, the car spinning out of control, I had to get out of this.

As stupid as a stunt I could have done was undo my seatbelt, just as the car was clipped again, this time sending it rolling. How I had a clear thought pattern to even lay flat against the front seat was beyond me, I could feel the roof crashing against me. There was going to be no surviving this....they would be dragging me out in a body bag. The only thing I could think of was my daughter, how much she was still needing her daddy. What the hell went through Nataja’s mind? Before I knew it, the momentum of my car was stopped, it was a cumpled pile of scrap metal compared to its former racing glory. Oh the hell that was going to break loose.

I hurt everywhere, breathing felt like I was inhaling nails into my lungs. I was alive...at least for the moment. But now the question was could I get out of this mess. My ears were ringing, I couldn’t hear anything except a deafening nothingness. I struggled for what felt forever, though it was only a few moments before I was pulling myself out of the mangled metal that was my car. It was unrecognizable. I looked out over at the spazzing crowd and fleeing taillights as I finally stepped out of the car. I half focused on Nataja, my vision was foggy and doubled, I hit my head damn hard to not be seeing straight. I was unaware of the blood in my hair, or the leg that I was somehow standing on. My lips slowly parted into the weak, “What the fuck....” before I blacked out, crumpling to the ground, much like my car. The world was black, and with the incoming wail of sirens I felt myself slipping ever farther away. The darkness consuming everything as I gave in, just to keep the pain at bay.

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