As soon as Jackson finished with her he sent the girl away! Harshly. Everyone was gone. He was alone. He was angry. A little drunk. The hook ups weren't working much anymore! He growled and hit the wall. His pain. In his drunkenness. His memory haunted him. "I am not weak!" He yelled throwing a chair scores the house! Jackson grabbed his head. His fathers stupid laugh in his head. "I was born for greatness!" He yelled kicked his table down! He destroyed his own home. He couldn't take the hurt and pain. He needed to numb it!

Jackson woke up. Race day. He had to keep his mind focused. He sat in his trailer. He started drinking. Roy came up into the trailer. She walked up. High heels and a long white dress. Her brown hair curled into a low bun. She took the drink form Storm and spoke up "No drinking. You're racing today." Jackson growled and walked away from her. Roy asked "You know if you win this? You'll be the first rookie to win the cup?" She smiled. Jackson frowned thinking about that.. his mom.. Roy layed her hand on his shoulder after drinking the rest of his drink. Jackson pulled away and snarled "Oh I will win this race." He smiled confidently. Roy nodded. Jackson suited up. Roy asked "After the win?.. do you want to celebrate?" Jackson glared answering as he tightened his sleeves and collar , "I have plans. Besides. I think it's time you moved on to another toy." Roy asked "What?.." "i think we are done here." Jackson added as he walked out of his trailer. Roy sighed. But truly she didn't care. She didn't love him. It would end at some point anyway. Jackson walked out. Passing a few people and racers. A few wished him luck. Jackson smiled. Waving. Cameras flashed. Jackson walked past McQueen's pits. He saw him and his crew. His wife there. "Hey good luck champ." Jackson said as he stopped. Lightning stared. Jackson walked to his pits and his car. He noticed Lightning looking around at all the drivers. Jackson chuckled a bit. His coach walked up. "Ready?" Jackson glanced and answered "I was born ready. Watch this. I'm gonna get a little more under that old mans skin here." Coach replied. "He's your top competition at the moment. Be careful." Jackson chuckled and replied back "Oh please.. take some notes. I'll show you how it's done." Jackson walked over to McQueens crew. He bumped into Sally. Purposely. Sally moved and glanced. "So sorry. I didn't notice you." Sally glared. She didn't believe him. Lightning walked up "What is it Storm?" Jackson answered "Hey champ!? Where'd all your friends go!?" Lightning's eyes widened. He was right.. they were gone..

The race began. Jackson Storm was in the lead. Lightning was obviously having a hard time. Storm took to the post. Coach let Storm know. "He's right behind you." And Lightning passed storm and took the lead. Storm caught up. "McQueen you Alright!?" He said through the radio. "Enjoy your retirement!" He called out as he passed McQueen with ease. He was going to do it! Jackson Storm was going to do it! He'd be the first rookie to win the cup! Coach spoke up "McQueen's losing it." Jackson smiled satisfied. But then smoke flew behind him.. Jackson's eyes. Widened. McQueen crashed!.. Jackson saw the wreck..the red flag. Everyone pulled out. So the crash crew and emergency could tend to mcqueen. It was bad.. a few racers even got out their cars. Jackson stared. He watched as they pulled mcqueen from the car. It was a horrible moment. The race was continued after the clean up. McQueen was air lifted.coach asked "You're good Right?" Jackson answered "What? Ofcorse? Crashes are part of it. He knew that."

Jackson crossed the finish line. He did it! He won first! He was the first rookie to win the cup in history! He took the victory with pride. He even kissed some random girl on stage who helped hold the trophy. But not everyone was into it after what had happened that day. After his short time in the spot light. Jackson passed a few racers to get to his trailer. Head out. A few racers his age ofcorse, were talking about McQueen. Rumors mostly. One racer spoke up toward Storm "Hey. Few of us may go head to see McQueen. Wanna come?" Jackson rolled his eyes and replied "Why? He's finished?" The jaw dropped on one the guys. Another guy snarled "How dare you? He's a fellow racer?" Jackson replied "I'm sure he was. I'll send him a card." Jackson began to walk away. The guy smirked back "You kinda nagged his wreck on? You pushed him?" Another one spoke up "Yeah you caused it?" Jackson got in the racers face and growled "I did nothing! That racer was old and out dated! He should have let it go! The next time you wanna blame me for an accident you'd better watch it because I'll put you in one!" Jackson stormed off to his trailer. Satisfied he scared the guy but angry. His coach was outside his trailer. "Great job tonight Storm." Jackson replied "Was there any doubt?" He entered his trailer and shut the door.. he sighed. He was finally alone. Coach knocked on the door. "Where we headed?" Jackson opened the door and answered "Home. I have plans." His coach nodded. Jackson shut the door. He began to take his suit off. He sat down. Layed back on his couch. "I did it mom.. hope your proud.." he frowned. Staring up at the ceiling.

It took a few hours to get home. He was home late. Jackson did have plans. To sulk and drink tonight. To be alone in his pain. He did this for the last few years. After his mother. He drank until he basically passed out of exhaustion. It had been a long day.

With morning came a huge headache. Some water and coffee helped. Jackson turned on the tv. He had pajamas on. Lounge baggy pants and a t shirt. Grey. Sunglasses. Helped his head ache. He watched the replays of the race. Sipping his coffee. News cam on of Lightning McQueens status. A coma. "Hmm." Jackson snickered. Then someone knocked on the door. Jackson stared. "Who the fuck?.." he muttered as he got up reluctantly and answered the door. It was Roy. "What do you want?" Jackson asked rudely. Roy answered "I brought you a gift. It'll have to be installed. But.. here." She handed him a tablet. Jackson lowered his brows. Confused. He pressed a play button. It was a commercial for the newest high tech simulator. "No way? Really?" Jackson asked with a smile. Roy nodded and answered "Yup. It's all yours in Florida. Hope to see you there after Christmas. We will get you faster than before. And ready for the opening race." She bit her lips. Jackson nodded and replied "Thanks. I'll see you there." He shut the door in her face. Then slid the tablet under the door and sat back down. He just wanted to be alone. To sulk in the pain of losing his mother. He sighed. Watching the tv. Moping. Christmas .. her spend it alone. Or at some party. Either way. It was unfulfilling and empty. He hated it.

The next few weeks were filled with drinking. Loneliness. Isolation. Watching tv. He wanted to skip ahead to the race.

Jackson woke up. Next to some girl. She was asleep. Some red brown haired model. Jackson fixed his hair and went to the kitchen for a drink. He stared at the view outside. He felt so empty. Like his life was becoming meaningless. He noticed the mail. He raised a brow watching him come up with some mail. "Well.. more fan mail.." Jackson smiled saying. He answered the door. The man asked for an autograph. Jackson accidentally dropped the mail of his own as he sighed some paper for he man and the mail man snapped a photo with Jackson holding up a half smile and the finger. "Thanks Storm!" The man left. Jackson shut the door and began to pick up the mail. Gathering it all up. Some even had pink glitter and hearts. One was blank. He stared at it. That was odd? The writing. So simple? Just read his name and address. He began to open it as his latest one night stand came out. She had her own clothes put back on. Jackson's eyes widened by the words he read as another small paper fell to the ground. The woman asked "How was last night?" She smiled. Jackson put the paper down and hardly ordered "Get out. I have some things to dea with." The woman stared. Confused. Maybe even hurt. Jackson yelled this time "Get out!?" The woman did just that quickly. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed. Jackson shut and locked the door behind her than grabbed the letter and read it completely.

Dear Jackson,

Don't throw this letter Dow so fast! You need to read this!!? It's about our daughter!

I'm not sure what happened now. The feelings I have right now are anger and hurt and pain and betrayal. We may not have known each other long. But what you did!? It was wrong. Now you're father told me you died. You didn't make it after what you did to yourself! But then I heard your name. And I thought it couldn't be? But then it was.

I don't know if you lied to. Pretending to be dead to get out of raising this baby? She is perfect by the way. She has your black hair. She has a bit of a little attitude. I'm sure from you. I need you to think about stepping up. I know it's seems sudden. But I can not hold on much more.. I don't want to bore you with details.. please.. if you decide after some time thinking that maybe you could. And would meet her. If you'd just meet her. I wondered why she was into cars so much. Now I know! Here's my number. Please think about it. We need you. Her name is Sky by the way. She is just perfect. I'm glad your not dead to.. but that was a sorry and pathetic move!

Rachel

Her number was on the paper. He stared at it. This couldn't be real.. "You gotta be kidding me" he said to himself aloud. When his father told him it was handled?.. he truly thought maybe the baby was gone.. taken care of and Rachel didn't care. Now years later this? It angered him. His father told her what!? Jackson grabbed his phone and called his father. He hadn't talked to him in years. And That stupid voice answered..

Hello?

"Dad. I need you to listen to me."

Jackson! My boy!? I saw you won that cup! Never had a doubt!

Jackson rolled his eyes and yelled "You told Rachel I was dead!?"

Jack sighed

Jackson I had to.. she would have made you pay child support and destroyed your chances of becoming a racer. You should thank me.

"THANK YOU!?"

Your welcome. You should really come by. Kenna and I would love seeing you. I sent you the wedding invite. You should have seen it. It was beautiful.

"What!? No!? Fuck you!" Jackson hung the phone up and slammed his phone on the table.

Jackson sighed. He couldn't believe his dad did that.. well he could. But really!?

Jackson took the letter and crinkled it up and tossed it into the garbage. He wanted nothing to do with this. He could not be a father. He wouldn't accept it!

He needed air. Jackson got dressed and took his motorcycle out. He needed to drive. Where he didn't know... but he just needed a drive and feel the air hit him.

He returned home late. He walked in. His steps echoed. Jackson locked his door. Threw his keys at the table and took his shoes off. His keys fell to the ground. Jackson rolled his eyes and took off his leather jacket. Tossing it down. He picked up the keys. Noticing paper on the ground. Curious he picked it up. It was a wallet photo actually. Of a black haired little girl.. his eyes widened.. he sat down and stared at it. This must be Sky?.. he didn't know what to feel. What to think.. he set the photo down and grabbed a drink and went to bed.