"50...60...70..." my foot just pushed harder on the accelerator, laughing as the wind attacked me with the roof now down.
I was heading down to Fork's, for some reason my parents wanted to meet me in this wet dump, god knows why... Half way through my thoughts, my mobile went off, making my bones automatically jump, though never losing control of my baby. "Hey"
"We know you're driving Myia, now pull over and speak or don't answer the phone." My mum's stern voice came through the speaker, making me flinch at her tone.
"Ugh...whatever, I'm almost there, next corner and you'll see me" I hung up and let out a little more power, not even going close to what my baby can do easily.
I saw them after I made the last turn next to a wooden house. I was supposedly meant to meet them down here at the reservation down in Forks, Washington because I "needed to see something" I didn't really want to be here, but curiosity got the best of me. My name's Myia Canine (funny last name right?) and I only had one...no two love's in life; one being my cars and racing them, the over being Kole, my boy friend since I was 12 years old and my fiancé. My 19th birthday was a few weeks away, which would mean it would be celebrated with a friendly race with some friends. My parents however hated the fact that I raced, and had tried and miserably failed to keep me from racing. The just didn't get it.
"Myia, this is Billy Black" I was now at the front of the house, my parents standing next to each over with their pale complexion and this here Billy in a wheelchair next to him with his dark complexion. I had to say, I did look nothing like my parents, and had found out when I was about eight that I was adopted, of course they didn't tell me, but there was too much difference between us guys not to notice. They were fair skinned and fair haired and rather tall, I one the other hand was dark skinned, my hair a long silky river, stopping at my waist. I had what my friends from back home would call "killer curves" in the right places, though I was a little small in height.
"Hi Billy, nice to meet ya" I said, giving him a quick smile and shaking his hand.
"Not to be rude, but is this gonna take long? I have to get going real soon." I said, looking at my mobile and seeing how it moved onto 11:15.
"Not long dear, but we know where you're heading and until we're done, you are not going anywhere" I sighed deeply and shook my head. You could say I had an attitude problem, but only with my parents and the people who would annoy me, I only stayed where I was because I had manners and was a polite girl, I just couldn't be arsed to be stud there when I could be practising for the race that night.
"We called you here because, as you know you are...adopted...but you will always be our little girl." I knew this,did they really have to drag me down here for this talk again? "Well, you actually come from here, Myia. Billy Black here is your father" I stared at her, then back at Billy and the only words to come out of my mouth were: "What the fuck?"
"It may come as a shock, but you knew from a young age that you had another family"
"yeah but I thought they maybe dead or something, ya know? I mean, you gave me up for god damn sake!" I lashed out at the man in front of me that my mum had dared to call my dad.
"My father is the guy next to you, not him!" I screeched when a guy suddenly appeared from inside the house. He wore now top, going around with only a pair of cut out jeans. His body was toned and muscular, his hair shortish and a dark brown, his eyes a deep brown. He was gorgeous but the thought of me even liking him like that made me shudder. "Hi, I'm Jacob, or Jake, Billy's son" He said extending his hand. I stared once more in shock.
"What so you keep the son and get rid of the daughter?" I shouted at this Billy, who made no attempt to convince me or even speak to me.
"I guess your my older sister. I can explain if you want. I mean, our father isn't a bad man, he had no choice at the time. They didn't have enough money nor resources to keep and bring you up a happy child" My anger grew.
"And yet look at you guys now? One happy family, you know he could have got me, not that hard, or kept in touch! Fuck sake..." I was fuming and was soon moving towards my lambo.
No-one made any movement to try and come and stop me, or comfort me. My parents though left me to go, knowing I had to let off steam.
My baby roared to life as I made her go the fastest she would go, not caring if police even caught a glimpse of my speed, just driving as far away as possible.
My phone went and I looked at the caller ID, it was mum...