Almost Shattered Chapter 9: Not in My House, a speed racer fanfic

Chapter 9: Not in My House!

Sitting by the kitchen table with their glasses of juice, Speed and Trixie looked up at his parents who had just walked in.

"Excuse me a minute," Mom Racer said smiling as she began to pull her husband back into the den.

Both Trixie and Speed just looked back at each other wondering why Mom left so quickly with Pops.

On the other side of the door in the den, Pops and Mom were having a minor argument.

"Aren't you going to tell them something?" Pops demanded while folding his arms as he looked at his wife. "This isn't a hotel where they can parade around half dressed. Spritle could see them."

"I just want to make sure that you didn't dream about the kiss," Mom Racer said after seeing Speed looking so innocent as he sat at the table - clearly still in a bit of pain.

"Okay, Honey," Pops said angrily. "Let's just pretend that I was in our bed and I did dream that they kissed. Don't you think it's a bit too coincidental that they are down here together at 3:00 in the morning? I'm telling you, their faces were smashed together!"

"Keep your voice down," Mom Racer said not wanting Speed and Trixie to hear.

"Then go tell them something," Pops said pointing to the door. "They can't be down here kissing while everyone else is sleeping."

Mom Racer and Pops were the type of parents who never allowed Speed in the house alone with a girl. Trixie was the only one they had allowed because she had only been his friend.

"I will say something," Mom Racer said firmly but not quite sure how to handle the situation. "I just want to make sure that you're not mistaken about what you saw."

"Mistaken about what I saw!" Pops exclaimed about to explode. "You think I don't know what a kiss is!"

"Alright, alright," Mom Racer said knowing that had to be what he had seen.

Calming himself down, Pops said, "I guess something was bound to happen between the two of them. Our son's a good looking, young man, she's a pretty, young lady, and…they're always together."

Sitting down on their sofa, Mom Racer said, "You know I've told you before that I wouldn't mind if Speed dated Trixie. It's just..."

"I know," Pops said sitting down next to her. "The timing isn't too good."

"No. It's not," she said letting out a deep breath. "They're going to be stuck in this house together for who knows how long until we know they're both safe."

"Well...after that kiss I saw," Pops said, "We're going to have to talk to them. I don't want Spritle learning about the birds and the bees from watching those two."

"Honey, please. I trust Speed and Trixie and he's in no shape to do too much more than kissing."

Pops let out a small laugh. "You should have seen our son just...kissing her. I'm telling you, they were making out big time."

Mom Racer elbowed him just before she stood up. "Speed's almost twenty. I can't tell him that he can't make out with, I mean…kiss Trixie."

"Look," Pops said standing up as well while he held the spot where he had gotten elbowed. "Don't you know what would happen if they were ever careless and Trixie got into...trouble? The press would go nuts."

Mom now got upset. "Control your thoughts! We don't even know how serious they are? That was probably their first kiss."

"Well then way to go son for your first kiss with Trixie," Pops said just before receiving a slap to the back of his head from his wife.

"Ouch!" he spit out as she walked away from him. "Where are you going?"

When Mom Racer opened the kitchen door, Speed and Trixie were caught hugging. Trixie had just helped Speed up when they ended up embracing each other once he was standing.

Mom Racer looked at Speed in his thin PJs and was grateful that Trixie still had the thick robe on. "Uh…kids. Pops and I want to speak to you."

"Okay," Speed said as they all walked out of the kitchen and into the den.

Pops and Mom Racer both gave each other a look when they noticed Speed and Trixie's hands linked together.

"Pops," Speed said walking to the recliner. "I hope you don't mind if I lay in your chair again. My ribs hurt less when I'm in it."

As Speed was getting into the chair, Pops whispered a complaint to his wife, "You better let him know that's my chair and that it will always be my chair."

Mom Racer whispered back sarcastically to him, "Let's just throw him out the house so you can keep your chair all to yourself."

"I bet Trixie wouldn't mind taking him in at her place," Pops said before being elbowed in his other side by his wife.

"Would you please stop doing that?" he practically screamed.

"Then stop making me," Mom Racer said raising her voice as she shook her head at her husband.

Soon they both noticed the silence in the room. They turned to see Speed and Trixie just looking at them as if they were crazy and saw that their son was now reclined back with Trixie standing next to him.

Breaking the silence, Trixie said, "Did you just want to speak to Speed alone? I can go upstairs."

"No, Trixie dear," Mom Racer said walking over to them.

"We want to talk to both of you," Pops said moving next to his wife.

"Before, Pops saw...uh, " Mom Racer said pausing because she wanted to do this nice and calmly. "Pops was down here a little while ago and he saw something."

For a brief moment, Speed thought she meant the look alike and his face turned pale.

"No, Son. It has nothing to do with the look alike," Mom Racer said at seeing her son's scared expression. "Everything is fine. Pops just saw something that's got us both a little…concerned."

"What did he see?" Speed asked curiously.

"Well...he said, he saw...uh…"

Cutting in since Mom Racer couldn't seem to get it out, Pops said, "I saw you two attacking each other in the kitchen"

Mom Racer's head spun around to her husband's. "Must you say attacking? You said they were making out." Mom then covered her mouth embarrassed.

Speed was smiling while Trixie's face became the same color as an apple as they looked at each other. Speed then turned to his parents. "Trixie and I were going to tell you that we're…moving our relationship forward."

"Just how forward?" Pop asked folding his arms.

Speed didn't comprehend just what Pops meant at first. "We're dating, going out, more than friends," Speed finally finished.

"It just happened," Trixie said guessing that Speed's parents weren't happy about the living situation now.

"Actually," Speed said taking her hand as he kept smiling. "The truth is...we have been having these...feelings for each other for a long time now. In the hospital we finally admitted them."

Trixie couldn't help but smile back at Speed as she said, "We were just worried about messing up our friendship."

Mom Racer smiled getting lost in the romance of it.

"Well..." Pops said not letting up. "It was more than obvious in the kitchen that you two like being more than friends with each other."

Mom Racer then shot her husband an evil look.

"What's wrong?" Speed asked seeing their expressions. "You both like Trixie."

Breaking into another smile, Mom Racer reached out and squeezed Trixie's shoulder. "I love her," she said meaning it. "We both do, " she added turning to Pops as he nodded in agreement while recalling to himself how they had witnessed the young girl grow up. Looking back at Speed, Mom Racer said, "It's just that we have that rule of never wanting you in the house alone with a girlfriend."

"Mom!" Speed said almost in a panic. "Trixie can't leave! She might not be safe!"

"She's not leaving," Pops said to calm Speed down. "Just listen. We know you two are young adults. We just want you to honor our rules while you're under our roof. Don't forget that Spritle is around watching every single thing that you do."

"Pops," Speed said almost laughing it off. "I'll just tell Spritle that Trixie is my girlfriend now."

"That's fine," Pops said, but raising his voice just a bit, he added, "Holding hands and small things like that is fine but no making out in front of Spritle and laying around all over each other."

"Damn," Speed said pretending to be upset. "I was going to suggest that Trixie come lay in your chair with me."

Totally embarrassed, Trixie looked down thinking that they had just started dating so everyone just had to calm down.

"No! Trixie will not lay in that chair with you!" Pops exclaimed showing who the boss of the house was. "I want Spritle to see you respecting Trixie."

"I do respect Trixie," Speed said getting angry. "You're acting like I'm fourteen years old. Plus, Trixie and I have known each other for years now."

"Let me remind you again that you are under my roof," Pops said in a cautious voice, warning Speed not to make him blow up.

Speed knew he was stuck under Pop's roof, and too scared to be anywhere else.

"Look, Speed," Mom Racer said, and he lifted his eyes to hers. "One day you'll have kids, and then you'll know what we mean." Because Trixie was so quiet, Mom Racer looked at her and smiled. "Pops and I do approve of your new relationship with Speed; very much in fact. It's just that, we have a responsibility as parents to tell you both how we feel."

"I understand," Trixie said sounding like a shy, little girl. "I think it's time for me to go back upstairs." She would have liked to lean down to give Speed a good night kiss but squeezed his hand instead.

After she disappeared up the stairs, Mom and Pops soon followed behind. Walking behind Mom, Pops wrapped his arms around her as they moved up the stairs, and he whispered in her ear, "When we were their age, you were all over me."

"You were the one with the wondering hands that I had to slap away so many times," she said giggling back.

"Start slapping now," he joked as she giggled into their bedroom. Pops then kicked the door closed for some privacy.

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A few nights later, a noise woke Speed up from his sleep while on the sofa. Looking around the dark den, he stayed completely still in fear that if he moved, something bad would happen. Then he could swear that he heard the sound of a door slowly creaking open. Still not moving, he whispered Trixie's name but got no answer. He hoped that maybe it was Mom or Pops so he called their names out but received no answer.

Forcing himself to be brave, he slowly stood up. He then slowly moved over to the closest wall and put his back against it while his breathing became heavy from being so nervous. Speed, he thought. Get a grip. The house is being guarded. However, he didn't feel better as he remained against the wall since Inspector Detector still hadn't come up with any leads.

The words from the look alike now ran through Speed's head once again, which were, I will kill you soon.

Looking to his right, Speed realized that the bathroom door was just barely cracked open. Only about a foot away from it he began to sweat, convinced that the look alike was in that bathroom - that it was where the creaking noise from a door opening had come from.

He knew he had to walk past that door to get upstairs or even just to get out of the house. After staying against the wall for what seemed like forever, he told himself about the look alike, He knows you're there, Speed, so get out of here!

Hesitantly, he began to move but then tripped over something and fell onto the floor making himself scream out. The scream wasn't as much from any pain he might have caused himself but rather from the fear of the look alike killing him right there while he lay helpless on the floor.

I hope Speed didn't hurt himself more. Is the look alike in the bathroom?