It was like a knife had been stabbed in his chest millions of times. He'd never been hurt this emotionally bad before. Kris was the first girl he had loved and because he just wanted his dad to leave their relationship alone, he'd payed by having his heart torn out of his chest and stomped on.
He lay in bed, replaying last night's events in his head. She said she loved him. Not in so many words, but he knew that was what she meant. Then she left, crying, because it had obviously broken her heart as much as his.
All Junior wanted was for him and Kris to be left alone. To have a relationship that was unlike anything he had ever had before without his father interfering. So he'd taken what his father had proposed and asked Tina, figuring Kris would never find out. She did. And he hurt her, a lot. But she'd hurt him so much more.
Junior just wanted to go back and say he was sorry and have everything be okay again. Have them be happy and in-love. But he knew that with Kris, it wouldn't be that easy. She never made anything easy, that was one of the things he loved about her.
I need a break, Junior thought. I need to get away from Dad's control. He caused this. He's the one who broke my heart, not Kris. It's his fault I was put in this position, Junior said to himself, determined not to be angry at the woman he loved so dearly.
He pounded his fist into the wall, getting angry as he thought more and more about this. He was having these thoughts, feeling a sadness he'd never felt before, because of his father. He stormed out of the house and got in his Porsche, speeding off to his secret place by the bridge. Since he was driving at speeds unknown to man, he was there in no time. He got out of the car and slammed the door, hanging on to it afterwards. He bent down as if hurt, and starting to sob.
He fell down to his knees and cried even harder. He hated his father. He hated himself for taking the deal. He just wanted to go back to the way it was. Kris wouldn't ever accept that though, and he knew that. He needed to move on. Not necessarily to another girlfriend, he wasn't sure if he ever would, but away from here. Away from the destructive tornado that was his father.
He wanted to prove that he could live without family. He wanted to prove that he could make it on his own. Most of all, he wanted to prove that he wasn't going to turn into his dad. The man that, in a whirlwind, had hurt his son in the worst possible way. The cold-hearted jerk who didn't care about anyone, even his own children, and only cared about winning horse races.
The decision was made. He was moving out. He couldn't take it anymore and needed out, before he became a Davis android, who lived, ate, and breathed horse racing. He would make himself a new life and somehow, he wasn't sure how, make Kris see how much he loved her.
He wasn't now, nor would he ever be again, a Davis.
