AN: This is pretty short again. Sorry this was all I had time to write. I'm
on OJT and I still have finals to study for and it's really crazy round
here lately with other stuff too. I know, I know...It's what I always say.
I'm sorry I don't have more time, and I'm sorry I don't update more often
but I have a lot of other stuff I do too and sometimes the writing has to
take the back burner. It'll get better over the summer I hope when I just
have work. Never thought the day would come I'd be happy 'bout working in
the summer...On with the chapter.
Chapter 82 – Mechanical Salvation
"Well baby. How have things been since the big fight?"
"Good really. I sort of made up with Chris and did make up with Vince."
"Yeah? That's good."
"Yeah. Well, things are still kinda different. But not as bad as they were."
"Why didn't you tell me that when I called?"
"We agreed not to talk about it till you got home."
"So we did. So I don't have to kick Chris to the curb?"
"Naw. I still don't like her that much. But she's ok. I can live with her being around now."
"Good. Vince needs somebody."
"Yeah he does. And you need him to have somebody too." Torrie grinned.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because if people know he's attached they'll know he's not with me." Torrie giggled.
Dom growled and lunged at her over the futuristic console of the RX-8.
"You know I don't care about that."
"No, I know you say you don't care with your mouth and say you do with your eyes and actions."
"Alright Alright. I care, but I know that nothing was ever going on. But I can't say I'll be upset if people stop saying things about you two being an item."
"I know." Torrie answered and went to get out of the car. They had arrived on the line and Leon looked like he might be about to tell them the race was on.
"You can stay and ride with me if you want." Dom offered.
Since it was rare for him to allow her to ride with him Torrie thought about it for a moment and then figured she'd take him up on his offer. She did up her harness and smiled at Dom.
"Sounds like fun, since I'm missing my chance to race."
"That's what you get when you steal my car."
"Hey, you stole mine too."
"Only because mine was missing."
"Ok, ok. Watch. Hector's standing up."
Hector was in deed standing up. He then raised his arms high in the air and waved his hands. Then with one motion he dropped his arms and started the four cars into a high speed race for supremacy.
Dom took an early lead and was able to keep it for the whole race. He won easily as he always did. Torrie thought for a moment she still had no idea how he always won and always made it look easy.
Then Dom went to stop the car to go back and collect his winnings. When he pressed the brake peddle it sank to the floor. He pumped it frantically a few times but nothing happened. They were going 120, slowing down slowly since Dom had released the throttle, but not fast enough.
"We got no brakes!" Dom exclaimed as he tried to think what to do to stop his racing car.
They were coming up to a corner fast and there was no way they would be able to make it at the speed they were going. They were going to crash into the brick warehouse on the corner if they didn't find a way to get slowed down or stop.
Dom did the only thing he could think to do in that moment. He locked up the parking brake. Since it worked on mechanical force and not hydraulic he was hoping it would still be working.
As he yanked up the handle the rear wheels did in fact lock up. The car went into a spin and the rear tires smoked as they slid across the tarmac.
"Oh God!" Torrie yelled in panic as the car flew in a dizzying whorl of speed. Torrie was purely terrified. She saw the wall of bricks coming closer at an alarming rate.
It came to a shuddering stop a few mere feet from the wall they'd been careening toward.
Torrie sat in her seat loudly sobbing as she realized how close they'd come to having a horrific car crash. Dom's harsh and loud breathing filled the cabin of the Mazda over Torrie's terrified weeping.
Dom recovered faster then Torrie. He pulled her against his sturdy chest and rubbed her back.
"Shhh. It's ok. We're fine. I got us stopped."
"But someone tried to kill us." Torrie wailed.
"How do you know that baby? Could have been a fluke."
"Dom, I checked the car over this afternoon. It was fine. If it has no brakes now it's because someone tampered with them."
"You don't know that. Something could have gone out. The master cylinder could be leaking bad or a line could have cracked."
"Dom, that's a crock and you know it! Oh my god!" Torrie had been slightly calmer but like something terrible had just occurred to her she flew off on a tangent again.
"What Torrie?" Dom asked, worried about what was wrong with Torrie.
"You weren't supposed to get home till tomorrow!"
"So what baby?"
"Whoever did it knew! They knew I'd be driving. They thought I'd be the only one in the car. Someone was trying to kill me in New York and they still are. Someone wanted me to be racing the car when the brakes gave out. They didn't know you'd be driving. If I'd been driving I'd have been killed because I never even thought of the parking brake."
"We don't have any proof yet the car was tampered with." Dom was still trying to calm Torrie down, even though when she pointed it all out it did make sense and he figured she was likely right.
The team came running up to the car at that point. Dom got out and started to answer their questions as best he could.
They checked over the car quickly and found that indeed the main lines for the brakes had been cut.
"No party tonight guys. We have a lot to talk about." Dom told the group in a grim voice.
Chapter 82 – Mechanical Salvation
"Well baby. How have things been since the big fight?"
"Good really. I sort of made up with Chris and did make up with Vince."
"Yeah? That's good."
"Yeah. Well, things are still kinda different. But not as bad as they were."
"Why didn't you tell me that when I called?"
"We agreed not to talk about it till you got home."
"So we did. So I don't have to kick Chris to the curb?"
"Naw. I still don't like her that much. But she's ok. I can live with her being around now."
"Good. Vince needs somebody."
"Yeah he does. And you need him to have somebody too." Torrie grinned.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because if people know he's attached they'll know he's not with me." Torrie giggled.
Dom growled and lunged at her over the futuristic console of the RX-8.
"You know I don't care about that."
"No, I know you say you don't care with your mouth and say you do with your eyes and actions."
"Alright Alright. I care, but I know that nothing was ever going on. But I can't say I'll be upset if people stop saying things about you two being an item."
"I know." Torrie answered and went to get out of the car. They had arrived on the line and Leon looked like he might be about to tell them the race was on.
"You can stay and ride with me if you want." Dom offered.
Since it was rare for him to allow her to ride with him Torrie thought about it for a moment and then figured she'd take him up on his offer. She did up her harness and smiled at Dom.
"Sounds like fun, since I'm missing my chance to race."
"That's what you get when you steal my car."
"Hey, you stole mine too."
"Only because mine was missing."
"Ok, ok. Watch. Hector's standing up."
Hector was in deed standing up. He then raised his arms high in the air and waved his hands. Then with one motion he dropped his arms and started the four cars into a high speed race for supremacy.
Dom took an early lead and was able to keep it for the whole race. He won easily as he always did. Torrie thought for a moment she still had no idea how he always won and always made it look easy.
Then Dom went to stop the car to go back and collect his winnings. When he pressed the brake peddle it sank to the floor. He pumped it frantically a few times but nothing happened. They were going 120, slowing down slowly since Dom had released the throttle, but not fast enough.
"We got no brakes!" Dom exclaimed as he tried to think what to do to stop his racing car.
They were coming up to a corner fast and there was no way they would be able to make it at the speed they were going. They were going to crash into the brick warehouse on the corner if they didn't find a way to get slowed down or stop.
Dom did the only thing he could think to do in that moment. He locked up the parking brake. Since it worked on mechanical force and not hydraulic he was hoping it would still be working.
As he yanked up the handle the rear wheels did in fact lock up. The car went into a spin and the rear tires smoked as they slid across the tarmac.
"Oh God!" Torrie yelled in panic as the car flew in a dizzying whorl of speed. Torrie was purely terrified. She saw the wall of bricks coming closer at an alarming rate.
It came to a shuddering stop a few mere feet from the wall they'd been careening toward.
Torrie sat in her seat loudly sobbing as she realized how close they'd come to having a horrific car crash. Dom's harsh and loud breathing filled the cabin of the Mazda over Torrie's terrified weeping.
Dom recovered faster then Torrie. He pulled her against his sturdy chest and rubbed her back.
"Shhh. It's ok. We're fine. I got us stopped."
"But someone tried to kill us." Torrie wailed.
"How do you know that baby? Could have been a fluke."
"Dom, I checked the car over this afternoon. It was fine. If it has no brakes now it's because someone tampered with them."
"You don't know that. Something could have gone out. The master cylinder could be leaking bad or a line could have cracked."
"Dom, that's a crock and you know it! Oh my god!" Torrie had been slightly calmer but like something terrible had just occurred to her she flew off on a tangent again.
"What Torrie?" Dom asked, worried about what was wrong with Torrie.
"You weren't supposed to get home till tomorrow!"
"So what baby?"
"Whoever did it knew! They knew I'd be driving. They thought I'd be the only one in the car. Someone was trying to kill me in New York and they still are. Someone wanted me to be racing the car when the brakes gave out. They didn't know you'd be driving. If I'd been driving I'd have been killed because I never even thought of the parking brake."
"We don't have any proof yet the car was tampered with." Dom was still trying to calm Torrie down, even though when she pointed it all out it did make sense and he figured she was likely right.
The team came running up to the car at that point. Dom got out and started to answer their questions as best he could.
They checked over the car quickly and found that indeed the main lines for the brakes had been cut.
"No party tonight guys. We have a lot to talk about." Dom told the group in a grim voice.