Chapter 12: Pop's Brilliant Idea

Mom Racer had just caught Speed and Trixie after their almost out of control, passionate kiss. At that same moment, someone was putting a key into the back door of the kitchen, and this someone then turned the doorknob to enter. The intruder was the look alike, and he succeeded in getting into the house once again.

The look alike had to smile because it had been too easy since he didn't even have to kill a policeman this time around. The key he used to get into the house belonged to Speed. The look alike had managed to pull it out of the young racer's pocket during the attack. At that time, Speed had been in way too much pain to notice the key being removed from him. And after the beating, no one thought to look for the key because no one realized that it was missing and they were too worried about Speed's health.

Looking around the dark kitchen, the look alike opened a cabinet drawer to look for a knife because he planned on having plenty of fun this night. He almost wished he had a video camera to tape what he was going to do since he would have gladly let the press get a hold of the tape so that his work would be all over TV once again.

Upstairs, Speed and Trixie had just let go of each other as Mom Racer was getting ready to drill them.

Though nervous, Speed was relieved that it wasn't Pops who had caught them. On the other hand, poor Trixie just wanted to die right there because of embarrassment.

Mom Racer was thankful that she had only caught the two young adults staring at each other. Keeping calm, she closed the door so that her husband wouldn't wake and hear what was going on.

"Speed," she said walking over to them with her arms folded, "I went downstairs to check on you and obviously you weren't there. I can't believe you're up here. You know you shouldn't be in here right now!"

"I'm sorry, Mom," Speed said not too convincingly. There was no way he regretted the passion he had just experienced. "It's just that I barely get to kiss Trixie because she's afraid to come near me in front of you and Pops. So...I came up here to give her a kiss good night."

"Just a good night kiss?" Mom Racer asked raising an eyebrow at him. "Where's your shirt?"

Speed looked down at his bare chest, remembering the feeling of Trixie against him and her soft hands on his back. "Uh...my shirt's off…because I was…hot," he said hoping his Mom would think that he took it off earlier downstairs.

"Oh…I know you were hot," she said surprising him because of her bluntness.

Finally embarrassed, Speed became speechless as he looked back at a very reserved Trixie who was hugging herself as she looked down.

"Your Father would have gone nuts if he found you up here," Mom Racer scolded.

"I'm sorry," Trixie said though feeling an apology really wasn't good enough.

"No," Speed said after hearing her uncomfortable voice. He looked at his mother and said, "Mom. Trixie had no idea that I was coming up here."

Mom couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the young girl since she did look so ashamed of herself. Also, Mom knew that Trixie would never deliberately disobey her and Pops. In a much softer voice, Mrs. Racer said, "Trixie. It's okay. I'm not going to tell Pops."

Trixie lifted her face, still hesitant to have eye contact with either of the people in the room. She was too embarrassed to look at Speed because of how out of control she had become with him, and she couldn't look at Mom Racer because it was her precious son that Trixie had been so out of control with.

Mom knew that Speed had probably made it very hard for Trixie to tell him to get out, so she said, "Trixie, I'm not mad at you. If anything, I'm mad at Speed."

"What!" Speed said totally surprised.

"Speed," his Mom said as a warning, "Put your shirt back on and be quiet."

He could only imagine what was running through his Mother's head as he picked up his shirt.

Watching him buttoning his shirt, she said, "You said Trixie didn't know you were coming up here."

"No. She didn't," Speed said wanting to take the full blame.

"I knew this was all your idea," she said folding her arms. "Trixie. Why don't you go downstairs and get something to drink? I'd like to speak to my son."

"Yes, Mrs. Racer," the young, embarrassed girl said while getting up to exit the room as fast as she could.

"Speed," Mom said turning all of her attention to him after Trixie left. "Did you forget where you were when you decided to sneak up here?"

He smiled not about to admit that the kiss had made him forget all logic. However, losing his smile, he then said, "I won't sneak up here again. I'm sorry. I just...had to see her."

"I'll give you a picture of her then," Mom said sarcastically before sitting down on the bed next to her son. "Speed. I know you're almost twenty but you and Trixie just started this...new relationship the two of you are in."

"I know but we've known each other most of our lives." he said back seriously. Without even realizing it he began to smile as he started to tell his mother just how he felt. "You know how well we have always gotten along. In fact who ever we have each dated in the past always got jealous of our friendship relationship. Sparky even got jealous of us at times because I always let Trixie be my navigator in most of the races. Before I got...uh…hurt, I found myself thinking about her all the time. Then in the hospital, she was bound and determined not to let me give up on myself and now I just can't see myself with anyone else but her."

Touched by his words, Mom Racer felt lucky that her son had trusted her enough to tell her just what he was feeling. Smiling, she thought, My son is really in love.

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Before Trixie had quickly left Speed's room, she had grabbed her robe. As she headed to the kitchen, she began tying it tightly around her.

After choosing the biggest knife, the look alike closed the drawer he had pulled it from. He was about to leave the room and enter the den when he noticed that the kitchen door was being pushed open. Quickly he hid in the pantry leaving its door opened just a crack.

Once in the kitchen, Trixie flipped the lights on while her emotions had her feeling like she was dreaming. First Speed had her feeling things she never felt before and now she felt like she had really let down Mom Racer.

The look alike glanced at her through the crack of the door wondering why she was awake so late. This wasn't in my plan, he thought. She was supposed to be asleep and then he would wake her up so she could see him torture and kill Speed.

Opening a cabinet, Trixie took a glass out and then just stared into it as she mumbled, "I'm so embarrassed that I wish I could just die right now."

The look alike smiled as he tightened his grip on the knife. He knew he could grant her wish very easily.

"Maybe I'll have a snack," she said as she began to walk towards the pantry.

The look alike prepared to use the knife on her, or maybe he could have a little fun with her first and then kill her, he thought. All kinds of sick things were running through his sick mind when Trixie stopped a foot in front of the pantry.

"You're not hungry," Trixie said to herself as she turned and headed back to the cabinet with the glasses.

A disappointed breath escaped the look alike because he had been ready to grab her and cover her mouth before she could scream for help. She's pissing me off, he thought. I'm glad that I brought my gun. Guns were normally too easy for him. He liked to see suffering but he had brought it in case he needed to get rid of another policeman fast. Upon thinking this, he pulled the gun out of his back pocket and put the knife in its place. Through the crack of the door, he pointed the gun at Trixie while she was putting the glass away. He was just about to pull the trigger when Mom Racer entered the kitchen. Why aren't any of these people sleeping? he thought feeling very aggravated.

Seeing how embarrassed Trixie was, Mom Racer gave her a gentle smile. "Trixie," she said in an understanding voice. "Like I said before, I'm not going to tell Pops."

"Thank you and…I'm sorry," the young girl said sincerely.

"Oh please, honey. Pops was not a saint when we were dating. I was forever stopping his hands from moving where they shouldn't."

Laughing lightly, Trixie found her hand covering her mouth.

After laughing lightly herself, Mom admitted, "My parents wouldn't leave us alone in my house either. It's so funny that Pops is now acting like my Father had."

"I just don't want to disappoint you and Pops," Trixie said seriously.

"Trixie," Mom Racer said putting her hand on the young girl's shoulder. "I'm glad that you care what we think. Don't worry though. Pop and I have always sought of…claimed you as the daughter we never had."

Trixie smiled back so touched by Mrs. Racer's words.

Removing her hand from Trixie's shoulder, the sweet woman said, "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but at least with you and Speed, I know you two really care for each other. You'll know when the time is right for anything real physical to happen between the two of you." Mom could only hope that Trixie would consider waiting for her honeymoon night with whomever she would marry.

"It's just that he snuck up there before I could think straight." With a blush, Trixie added, "He made it very hard to think straight too."

Mom Racer remembered how hard it had been to tell Pops no sometimes when they were much younger. Looking annoyed, she said, "Men are such a pain... most of the time."

Trixie and Mom Racer then both laughed. After the laugh, they heard Pops calling them from upstairs.

"Oh no!" Trixie exclaimed worried that Pops had found out about the secret kiss.

"Don't worry, Trixie. I can handle him," Mom said just before the two of them left the kitchen.

The look alike then stepped out of the pantry and whispered, "I can handle all of you with this gun." He then stared at the gun thinking about the conversation Mom Racer and Trixie just had. With a wicked laugh, he said, "Speed must have been caught putting the moves on you, Trixie. I bet I can get into your pants first, especially if you think I'm Speed, which I am."

Once upstairs, the two females walked into Speed's room where both Pops and he were.

"Honey," Pops said walking over to his wife and pulling her to the side. He then whispered, "I woke up worried about Speed because of that cop being murdered. I still don't want him to know about it yet, and I'd feel better if he wasn't alone."

"What do you mean?" his wife whispered back.

"I made a decision based on trust and how badly I feel for that big fight I had with Speed last night."

"What decision did you make?" she asked totally clueless.

"Just listen," Pops said turning to Speed. The young man was watching Trixie, who was across the room from him looking very shy. "Speed. It's obvious that you have been getting around very well. You can make it up the stairs with no problem. I can't believe how fast you are recovering now."

Speed looked back at Pops and said, "That's because of everyone's help." He then turned and looked at Trixie again.

"Yes," Pops said. "I know Trixie has helped you a lot." Pops then paused for a few seconds. "Not that I think anything is going to happen, but for your own safety, I don't want you sleeping downstairs alone anymore. You and Trixie can sleep in this room...together."

"What!" Mom Racer exclaimed looking at Pops like he was nuts. It was beyond obvious that he wasn't the one who had caught Speed shirtless with his arms around Trixie earlier.

Acting like any normal young man, Speed smiled shaking his head yes as he looked at his girlfriend.

Trixie was dumbfounded as she looked at the enticing smile Speed had on his face.

Pops almost had second thoughts after seeing his son's expression. Looking at his wife, he said, "Because of his ribs, Speed will sleep in his bed. Trixie can sleep on that blow up mattress that we have."

Speed wasn't about to argue because he thought that Pops had a brilliant idea.

"I think we should talk some more about this first," Mom Racer said clearly upset.

"What's to talk about?" Pops asked. "You said yourself you trust them." Her husband then pulled her by her arm again and began whispering, "I'm telling you that Speed and Trixie will be safer together."

Mom Racer took in what Pop's said. Surely, Speed's life was worth more than anything that Trixie and he might do together. "Yes," she said very low. "They are young adults. I'll go get the blow up mattress."

Once the mattress was blown up and covered with sheets, Pops and Mom left to go to their room. However, not much later Mom Racer stuck her head back into the room and whispered to Speed, "Keep your shirt on this time."

Speed only smiled before she left to get back to her husband. He then looked at Trixie and said with a smile, "This time it's your turn to take off your shirt."

Will Speed and Trixie be able to control themselves? Bet their moods would change if they knew the look alike was in the house.