Authors note: I don't own any of the characters, they all belong to Pixar. I do own my own characters; Monique, Charles and Rosalind. And please excuse my poor english, I'm norwegian and didn't pay too much attention in my english class...

This chapter is a little boring, but if you didn't guess what Boost is going through in the past chapter, then maybe you'll se it more clearly now...

Big cars dont cry

Chapter 2

The house was quiet, almost to quiet. Monique waited until her husband went outside for a drive, then she knocked on the door to Boost's room. She didn't get any answer, so she just opened the door carefully and went inside. Her eyes searched the room and found Boost in a corner, hiding under his blancket. He didn't look at her, but she saw the tears in his eyes anyway.

"Boost..." she began, her heart was bleeding for him.

"Go away, mum." his voice was rusty and full of hatred.

She rolled closer to him. Tried to look into his eyes, but he just crawled backwards hiding his back. She tried to nuzzle him, comfort him, but he pulled the blancket over his face.

"I said leave me alone!" he hissed.

Monique overheard him, she pulled the blancket away from his face and made him look at her. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"I want to die, mum..."

"Don't feel ashamed, honey. It's not your fault, it's HIM that's not right in his head."

Boost started crying and leaned on to her. She kissed him on his hood and let him cry.

"Why is he doing this to me? I'm his son! This is sick! Perverted!"

"I don't know, honey. But one day..."

Boost jerked away from her.

"You always say that one day it will be better! I don't believe you anymore! Why don't you divorce from him?!"

Before Monique could answer, he was on his way out of the room. Monique sighed and let the tears flow. Boost was right, she should ask for divorce, but it was really not that easy. Charles was not only abusing his son, he also used violence against her. Maybe Boost knew that, but he had quit asking her why her hood was dented and how the cracks in her windsheild had come there...

How long could Charles go on with his cruel actions? Boost was getting older, growing stronger. She feared that he one day would kill his father, getting throwed into prison for the rest of his life. That would ruin his future. But on the other side: what kind of life was this? Always fearing his fathers twisted lust...

"How are we going to get out of this, Boost."

Boost was already halfway to his girlfriend, Rosalinds house. His tailpipes were still aching. His hatred against his father burned inside of him.

When he saw Rosalinds garage in distance, he stopped for a while, trying to make the tears who was blinding him go away. He couldn't show anybody that he had cried. They would probably think he was weak. He really didn't want that. Nobody should ever look at him as anything else that the mean, feared leader of the tunersgang.

"Hey! Boost!"

Boost turned around. Snot Rod came down the road with a smile on his bumper.

"Hi..." Boost said and turned his attention to the road as he started driving again. Snot Rod came up beside him, trying to hold back a sneeze. He didn't succed, and Boost closed his eyes in disgust for a moment.

"You should have that thing fixed." he said and motioned with one tire against Snot Rod's supercharger.

Snot Rod didn't answer, just looked down on the pavement.

You can't afford it...Boost thought, feeling sorry for the Barracuda for one moment. He knew that Snot Rod's family didn't have much money. Snot Rod himself wouldn't admit it of course. Boost knew that the orange musclecar worked hard to get money for his upgrades, paintjobs and such. But if he had got the chance, he would have traded with Snot Rod... He would rather have a poor family, than the family he had now.

He looked at the Barracuda sideways, but quickly looked in another direction when Snot Rod looked back. To late...

"Dude... Have you been crying?" Snot Rod blurted out.

"None of your business!" Boost replied angrily.

Snot Rod cowered, like Boost was going to hurt him. Boost pulled himself together.

"Dont do that! Have I ever tried to harm you in any way?!" he hissed to the musclecar beside him.

"No..." the Barracuda looked ashamed.

"Then stop acting like I'm going to beat you! You're supposed to be a big, tough musclecar, you idiot, so start acting like one! You're making me sick!"

Snot Rod's lower lip quivered. It made Boost feel bad, but he didn't want to take the words back. The Barracuda sniffed, the he looked at Boost again.

"You know you can always talk to me if there is anything bothering you..." he said softly.

Boost grinned.

"What makes you think there is something bothering me?"

Snot Rod didn't answer. Boost was arguing with himself. It would have been good to tell everything to someone, ask for advice, sharing his problems. He glanced at the car beside him. What if he told Snot Rod everything? Could he trust him?

To be continued...

Please review, even if you didn't like it. I need to know if I should continue this story or not. And of course, let me know if you have any ideas, or thing you want to happen. I might put it in, even though I've already planned the whole story.