Chapter Two: The race
"You packed, Jen?" asked David through her bedroom door.
"Yes," said Jen while she opened the door. She was wearing blue jeans and a Cats racing shirt.
"Then let's go, I've got the truck packed."
"Okay, just let me get my medicine," said Jen as she walked towards the bathroom. She went to the cabinet and grabbed her medicine box. She stuffed it in her backpack and they were on the road to Austin.
Hours later David was signing in. His first race was at five o'clock. He went to get a cup of coffee to calm his nerves. He walked back to the truck where Jen was doing a routine check on his bike.
"How does it look?" asked David.
"Good," said Jen looking up at him, "when do you race?"
"Five."
"You ready?"
"I think so."
"Well that's better than nothing."
Five o'clock came around rather fast. David had to be the first to do ten laps or lose his sister. The race started, and David was in the lead. He was in the zone. All he was thinking was "I can't lose, I can't lose." Jen was watching from the sidelines. David was coming up on the last turn when another driver came around him and passed him up. David came in second place. He wanted to cry he was so mad at himself for losing.
As Jen and David were walking to the truck a muscular man with blond hair walked up to them.
"Hello, Dean," said David.
"So this is her. I can see why you tried so hard to not lose," Said Dean," but you did and she's Jonathan's"
"What does he mean?" asked Jen
"What's this, you didn't tell her?" inquired Dean.
"You see, Jen, it's like this," began David.
"Your brother bet you on that race," interrupted Dean.
"You did what?" yelled Jen in astonishment.
"Jen, your to come with me," said Dean.
"No,"
"You don't want me to take you by force."
"Go with him Jen," said David
"What?" said Jen puzzled.
"I lost, go."
"Fine then."
David watched as his only sister as she walked off with one of the people he hated most. Dean led her to a black car. He opened the door and she got in. They were heading to the airport then to New York. Dean walked up to the counter where a young blond girl was standing.
"Two first class tickets to New York please," orders Dean. The lady gave him two tickets for the six o'clock flight. "Do you want anything for the flight?" asked Dean as he pointed to on of the shops in the airport.
"Yeah," replied Jen.
"Okay, here you go," said Dean handing her a twenty.
"And you're not afraid I'll run off?" questioned Jen.
"You won't if you know what's better for you." called Dean as Jen headed to the shop. Jen look at the magazine rack looking for a dance magazine. She grabbed a pack of sugarless gum and went to the cash register. Pocketing the change as she walked back to where Dean was standing.
"Were at gate twenty-two," said Dean as he handed her a ticket. The walked in silence to the gate and got on the plane. Jen sat next to the window, and Dean next to her. She promptly opened her magazine and began reading.
"What would you like to drink?" asked a flight attendant.
"Coke," answered Jen.
"Light beer," replied Dean. A few minutes later, she came back with their drinks. She handed Jen a glass bottled coke and Dean a beer.
"Ah, great," said Jen in response to the paragraph she was reading.
"What?" asked a startled Dean.
"They gave my last show a bad review."
"What show?"
"Beauty and the Beast."
"Oh, who were you?"
"Beauty."
"Can I read it?"
"Sure," said Jen handing him the magazine.
As he read, Jen looked out the window to see that the landing. The plane landed smoothly. Dean led Jen to another black car. He opened the passenger side door; she sat down and buckled her seatbelt as he closed the door. Dean drove out of the city into the country. He stopped in front of a house the size of a small castle.
"Wow, that's big," said Jen amazed. The house was four levels high and large, very large. It had white brick with a black roof.
"Impressive isn't," said Dean as he pulled into the gates. He parked in front of the house and went around and opened her door. Dean led her to the front doors then turned around and went to park the car in the garage. Jen knocked on the door twice. It almost opened immediately to reveal a short black man in a suite.
"Oh, welcome madam," said the man. He was clearly a butler.
"Hello," said Jen.
"This way," said the man leading the way to the study, "She's here, sir." Inside the study stood a tall man who was looking out the window.
"Good, that will be all Harry," said Jonathan as he turned around. Harry left the room and closed the door leaving Jen facing the man responsible for her being here in New York.