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Prologue – Part 2 (Sam's POV)
Dad's death changed me. But not as much as my mom. She was...more wrecked and depress than I was. It was understandable, I mean the two were soul mates and I'm not using the term lightly (I'm not a sap!). They were one of a kind for each other-fitting each other perfectly. The two were unstoppable when together because they perfect each others' weaknesses making them having a strong stable relationship, even if they had their odd quirks but it what makes them them for lack of better word.
But without dad, mom was unstable and weak. We couldn't take care of each other, so of because of our grief we decided to go southeast to my grandma's place in Jacksonville, FL. Leaving everything in Tranquility, NE-except taking Miles's number so we could stay in touch. Miles was a there for me, while my mom had no one. She didn't want comfort. No, she wanted to feel the raw pain and suffering, and I didn't know what to do. I was just damn kid who had no fucking clue of how to console someone. I may be sharp but I was good at connecting with people and their emotions.
We moved to Jacksonville, FL within 2 months after dad's death and funeral. To say I was upset was an understatement. My mom's mom was a total control bitch. She never approved of dad for some reason, and when I was born from their union she would always say shit and would only show maliciousness and hate toward me every-time she came over or when we visit her, which was rare.
Thank the deities, if there are any.
But then again if it weren't for her hate, I wouldn't have shown interest toward cars. Even if it was in a twisted way, her cruelty did help me sharpened my mind and tongue, which is partially why I have no friends because my peers (more like damn brats if you ask me) think I'm cruel with my words. But truth is I'm just being blunt and Miles knew that (that only because he a bit more smarter than the other idiots in the school or he just weird that way, meh who cares. We both agree he cool.) which is why it was easier to get along with him and become good friends, even close to being best friends, but without the fucking secret handshakes or the other BFF shit. I swear that just plain creepy, to much skin contact for my taste.
After a few days staying at my lovely grandma's house, Grandma (we will start calling her Old Hag, instead) made it clear I wasn't wanted, so I barely got to eat or sleep, since I slept with mom but she cried a lot at night and she didn't move much from the bed. The Old Hag took this as an advantage, and barely fed me, only when deem necessary. After all she had to keep her act up as the nice-old-granny-that-would- never-kill-her-only-grandchild-by-starving-him-to-death. Fucking bitch. So instead I just left the house most of the time, which seem to please her. Like I said, a total bitch.
Though I didn't mind the outside heat, it was just the rich folks areas that got me unease because I didn't fit in so much with my pale skin contrast to their deep tan and rich clothes while I had cheap clothing's that hadn't been washed for a while because Old Hag thought I wasn't worth it. So like any moody pre-teen, they go find the shady part of the towns in hope to fit in. But I wasn't stupid, I know what can go on in harsh poor towns. So I took a 6'' hand knife for defense which save me a lot of times. And no I didn't kill anyone, like I said I'm not foolish.
I learned many of the names of districts and main streets of where gambling goes on and other easy money, but also noted the darker and seedy parts that I stayed away from. After a while I started to get the hang of games and understanding many Spanish words due to the fact many were illegal immigrants (they were funny guys). I was earning easy cash for my own food and laundry.
It was 5 months after I basically started living on the streets (I turned 13 about 2 months ago), when one lazy afternoon hanging out at Bobby's helping a bit with repairing brakes and other minor auto fix Bobby allowed me do for a few bucks, there were a series of 10 seconds and other speed built cars pulling in to Bobby's Auto. I was so fix on the beautiful cars that I barely realize I walking toward them to get closer look. It was the first time in all my hellish months I felt alive. I could feel the electrifying thrill run through me. My heart was pumping too fast, it felt like it was swelling to the size of a balloon and would pop out my chest if I didn't control my excitement. My head was just filled with thoughts of the possible engines installed in those beauties, in fact I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice the blond man who got out of the neon orange with blue designs, looking at me. When he grabbed my attention after a few waves in front of my face, I notice how young looking he was and his beautiful gray-blue eyes that sparkled with full of life. So full of life compare to my dull eyes.
At first I thought he was gonna say something arrogant or curse me, instead he just smiled and said "Like what ya see?" a bit jokingly. After that, he introduce himself as Brian O'Connor and a few of his friends including the intimidating (not that I ever admit to the scary guy) man name Dom something, I forgot the guy's last name due to my lack of thoughts when freaked out to the maximum. Apparently he always has his intimidating face on, except most of the gang weren't to afraid of him, even Brian he acted as if he was teddy bear and not muscled giant ( okay, I admit I was short but damnit the guy made himself look tall while intimidating people. I still wonder how he does it...) that was about to kill someone if they were to look at him the wrong way. Though as scary as we was, he did earn my respect, and it seem I earned a bit of his respect because he seemed awfully please to know that I knew my knowledge on car engines and had some skills for a 13 year old.
Brian became a big brother of a sort has Suki became either maternal or sister figure depending on her moods. He taught me how to drive and showed me the skills to handle a 10 second cars and other speed cars. Dom was even willing to teach me some more about speed cars' engines (the only closest I ever learned before about fast car's engine is my dad's classic Porsche). Suki taught me a few tricks on auto paint designing, which was actually kind of damn tricky.
About 1 week through their stay the gang decided to put on a few Events with other nearby speed racers in Florida and South Carolina, and allowed me to watch.
At the first Event, I was practically on high from my adrenaline. I was so amazed and caught with how the races were so intense yet exciting, I really wanted to race.
After the first Event, I asked Brian to secretly teach me more on speed racing and controlling Brian's car through speed. Those were the times I like to remember because I can just be me, and relax without worrying, without nightmares. I was just free - the top speed mixing with my bliss made me feel like I was flying in odd sort of way. Its hard to explain the experiences I have with the secret nightly driving lessons with Brian.
After a few weeks, Brian said I could race in the 3rd Event (one event each week), of course after Brian convinced Dom (which I still don't know how he does, though I did play with the theory they could be lovers, and, will you get the damn idea!) and of course I had to show him I could drive. After a few "laps", Dom was impress, though I couldn't tell because his smile looked to...shark for my taste. Brian said it meant Dom was very please, so I guess it meant I got to race. Of course there were a few protests from Suki and Roman (they are so damn overprotective, but if I have to admit it, I kinda like the attention). They eventually, albeit rather reluctantly, agreed to let me race in the 3rd Event.
And so I raced with my heart full of adrenaline and delight. I came in 2nd place for my first time. I was truly happy. It was one of my favorite memories (I even got pictures of the race).
Ever since the third Event, I proved myself capable to the gang. I was allowed to race with either Brian's or Roman's speed car for they were the only ones I was comfortable with. As I continued to race with or sometimes for fun, against the gang, I became addicted to the thrill of it.
I didn't care about the countless money I got winning sometime in a drag race, no, I raced more because I was hungry for more of that taste of speed and freedom, along with bliss of going top speed.
Just like a druggie needed more shots, I needed more thrill of that top speed with the engines roaring in my ears like music, intense movements of jerking the clutch to match my element as I turn sharp corners, and the danger of being caught by pigs (cops) or the rivals catching up, trying to beat me in a race.
I just simply love it all.
Though I knew in the back of my mind I was just distracting myself from reality, from mom, simply from everything – I didn't want to face that, I wasn't ready. I was coward and I knew that.
After about 3 months, the gang decided to move up north for more racing. I thought I was going to be left behind as they leave. Boy, was I wrong. Brian asked if I wanted to come, stating I was welcome to. I truly thought about it. If I go then I'm still a coward, avoiding reality and if I didn't then I wouldn't make it because I knew I wasn't ready to face reality. I still needed to hardened my mental and emotional shields to be truly ready for the harsh reality. So I decided to go. However, I swore to myself that I would come back and face reality, but for now, I just wanted the freedom for a bit longer.
But I didn't realize I would come back to Jacksonville, FL. in two and a half years...
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Chow! I hope you like part 2, I believe part 3 will be the last part of the prologue. And no it isn't really a crossover with Fast & Furious, they are just mix in with the story because they both have cars has a communion.
Please review and tell me what you think or gave me any criticisms/pointers (In fact I encourage you to, I truly would like to know if the story is far pleasing you or I should do better. You are the readers, and I want you to enjoy it to your full heart desire), I would simply love them!
Thank you!!!
P.S
Sorry to take long to update due to having no internet connection in the wooded country and was only able type up the story, so as an apology I also updated the 3rd prologue. ENJOY!!
