Calypso: You might already have as long as its taken you to update.
Leaha: Well in case you don't already know this I do have siblings that need beating up.
Kai: That and she's still living in a cardboard box.
Leaha: Shut up! It's all your fault anyway.
Kai: smirks Yep.
Leaha: If you weren't so hot I'd hate you.
Sam: Can I hit him?
Leaha: No. I've got something better. He can't sue me anymore so I can do what ever I want now.
Serena: But he can throw you in jail.
Leaha: You had to ruin the moment didn't you?
Kai: It doesn't matter. I'll always have the upper hand because I'm rich.
Leaha: Not if there's another Great Depression.
Kai: You wouldn't dare.
Leaha: raises eyebrow
Chapter 6: Fast, Strange, and somewhat interesting
Calypso's P.O.V.
I awoke late Saturday afternoon, about 6 p.m. to be exact, I had three hours to get ready for the street races tonight. It was a new playground for me so I had to be ready for anything. I took a long hot shower and dried off so I could suit up. Street racing is something I take very seriously due to the fact that it involves money. It's the only place that I show any parts of my body off, just for the chance at winning a couple extra grand. I put on a black pair of cargo pants, some black boots, and a tight blue tank top which flattered my chest fairly well. I'll never know why, but to a lot of guys it was a sexy outfit. I tied my hair back at the nape of my neck so that it couldn't get blown in my way. Putting some black fishnet gloves with cut off fingertips on, I walked down to the garage.
Tala's P.O.V.
The race was tonight, finally I could relax and forget all about yesterday. The crowd and drivers were multiplying every few minutes. Soon the entire airstrip would be bustling with excitement. My tune ups on Wolborg were almost complete when a specific car and driver caught my eye.
Calypso got out of her wicked looking car. It was a souped up Mustang that was all blue with the exception of black flames on the sides and a kick ass silver dragon on the front. The name 'Raptre' was on the license plate. To top things off she looked like a sexy punk. I ducked my head as she looked in my direction. I cringed when I noticed the black eye and busted lip on her face.
"Do you think you hit her hard enough?" someone asked from behind. I spun around to see Kai looking down at me.
He also had a busted lip, but it was the only mark that I had left on him.
"You don't understand." I said not looking at him.
"Then explain yourself, and now." he ordered firmly.
The harshness in his voice made me swallow hard before I stood up to face him. We were the same height, but it didn't stop Kai from looking intimidating. The truth needed to be let out, so I finally decided to tell him.
Calypso's P.O.V.
There he was. People just lived too close in this city. Why did Tala have to be here? Was that Kai beside him? That liar! I can't believe I allowed him to trick me into thinking that he was angry at Tala. That bastard, he would pay.
"Calypso? Is that you?" a voice asked.
I turned around to see Serena and Sam leaned up against a car that looked exactly like the one Vin Diesel drove in The Fast and the Furious. My mouth watered and I walked right past them just to pet the car.
"Whose car is this?" I asked in awe.
"Mine." Sam said grinning.
"Yeah, but my ride's better." Serena smiled.
I looked at a silver car beside them. OH MY GOD! It was Eleanor from Gone in Sixty Seconds! I was about ready to drop dead. The two best cars in the world, and my two closest friends owned them. Damn they're lucky! I'm a real fanatic when it comes to movies that deal with a whole lot of hot cars.
"Now I feel like I've been driving around a piece of trash for the past three years." I muttered somewhat perturbed.
My mind was still on the fact that Kai was over there with Tala, and Tala had yet to have his ass beaten. I am sooo gonna kill both of them when we're not surrounded by lots of people.
The time for racing drew near, and I checked on my car to make sure no one had tinkered with it while I was away. Racing against Tala wouldn't be fun, but beating him and winning his money was something I was looking forward to. I had purposely signed up in one race against him and a couple other people. It was a race I wasn't gonna lose.
My first round of racing was giving me the adrenaline rush that would last the rest of the weekend. We all lined up. What the hell! Sam? Serena? Kai? I was right smack dab in the middle of them. Damn. A flag dropped, and six cars shot forward racing for money.
"Hey Sam!" I yelled.
"Yo!" she called back keeping up with me.
"I thought money wasn't a major interest of yours." I said as I made a tight turn around an old warehouse.
"Money plus power equals men bowing down at your mercy!" she grinned as she passed in front of me.
"Bitch." I thought
A hot pink car suddenly appeared beside me with Lisa as the driver. What the hell? I'll be damned if this slut beats me. She smiled sweetly as me before giving me the finger, and driving by. The skills I had been holding back emerged as I shifted the gear and quickly began to catch up.
"Time to take out some trash." I thought aloud.
Going straight for Lisa's car I drove up beside her, and grinned like a mad person. The smile she had dished out at me earlier faded as she looked ahead and slammed on the brakes. Preps are always afraid to screw their car up in a pothole. He He He Luckily, shadows of the night are great at deceiving the stupid. I still wasn't done with her yet though. Purposely I slowed down enough for her to catch up on my driver's side. Perfect. Like a moth to flames. Pulling out my pocket knife I pulled closer to get at her passenger side door. Quickly I wrote 'EAT ME' in the door big enough to be seen before throwing the knife at her front tire.
All the playing around cost me three hundred bucks, but in the end I still felt like a winner. Lisa was super pissed and had to borrow a tire from someone which took a couple of hours to do. The priceless part was when a group of guys went up to her with money and begged her for something to eat. If I was into showing emotions I would have been admitted into the hospital due to uncontrollable fits of laughter. I stood there leaning against the wall with my arms folded across my chest. This was how I liked it. Hanging out at night, in the shadows, with no interferences.
"So you enjoy the darkness too?" Kai asked taking the same comfortable position beside me against the wall.
"Fuck you." I replied not looking at him.
Kai's P.O.V.
Tala had some serious issues he desperately needed to work-out. The first thing he needed to do was explain himself to Calypso. Trouble was he didn't have the balls to do it without someone holding his hand. Damn sissy. He seriously needs to toughen up more.
After listening to him rant for almost two hours I finally walked away and looked for Calypso. She was exactly where I expected her to be. In the shadows and out of sight.
"So you like the darkness too?" I asked folding my arms and leaning against the wall next to her with my eyes closed.
"Fuck you." she replied.
My eyes shot open and I looked at her with confusion. Was she talking to someone else? No. It was me, but what was her damn problem now?
"Nice to see you too." I muttered sarcastically.
"Get the hell away from me." she ordered still not looking in my direction.
"I would, but I don't take orders from anyone anymore." I informed her.
"Fine then, I'll leave." she said walking away.
I grabbed her wrist, and felt her cringe at my touch. Something was definitely up, and one way or the other I was gonna find out.
"Let me go." she demanded.
"No." I told her sternly.
She brought her right arm around, trying to throw a punch at me. I easily caught it while letting go of her wrist at the same time. With a good grip on her hand I pulled her gently, but firmly toward me.
"What's up with you tonight?" I asked looking down at her.
"Did you enjoy your little chat session?" she asked glaring up at me.
Never once had I thought she was capable of crying. But the look in her eyes ripped my soul to shreds. What could I do, but tell the truth. I had done nothing wrong, except for practically being nice to an enemy in her face.
"I'm sorry." I began softly. Her eyes grew wide with surprise at my sudden change in attitude. "I had to find out why he did that to you. Standing back and waiting was not an option that I wanted."
"Why do you even care?" she asked looking down at her feet.
Man, when Calypso was right she was right. I did care, and I had never realized it. After Volitaire and his beatings of trying to make me the heartless bastard I had eventually become, caring was not a word included in my vocabulary; let alone felt.
Calypso's P.O.V.
He stood there like a statue with a far off look. The expression in his eyes revealed that he was reliving memories of the past. However I still didn't want to be near him, and I pulled for him to let go. My actions reminded him of where he was and he blinked several times before looking at me again. Then without a word he turned around and walked off leaving me looking dumbfounded.
The incident between me and Kai bothered the hell out of me so I decided to head home. To get there I had to drive through Kai's neighbor hood and past his stunning house. Damn him for turning me into a wreak. His car was in the driveway letting me know that he had wasted no time in getting home. When I finally reached my house the stench of death filled my nostrils. I slammed on the brakes and held my breath. No. No, everything was fine, just some animal was run over and left to die. I pulled into the driveway and parked, only I found myself slowly walking up to the front door rather than in my usual carefree manner. As I neared the steps my foot accidentally kicked something shiny in front of me. Bending over to pick it up I studied it for a second, before realizing it was the shell of a handgun. Out the corner of my eye, I spotted the clip and I felt all the color drain from my face.
I practically leapt to the front door, but was stopped by the body of my father hanging on the front of it. It looked like a scene from the Bible had been copied and used on my dad. There were spikes driven through his hands and feet. Several bullet holes were in various parts of his body, and one lone stray bullet stood out between his eyes. Blood dripped off of him and had pooled all around the porch just barely out of reach of my feet. Stapled to his chest was a small yellow sticky not that read:
'FOUND YOU!'
Pulling out my cell phone I called the cops and ambulance. The entire time they investigated my house I didn't speak. They never saw the note that I had hidden in my pocket. Somehow Sam and Serena found out and rushed over informing the police that we had all been out partying. (Street Racing Jail) Never once did I speak that night, nor did I the next day. Bad things always happen to those who don't deserve it. What had I done to cause all this trouble? Was being happy that much of a crime? If I died would I still suffer?
I sat outside in the dark looking down at those two words that had caused me so much pain. I was outside of Serena's house having some alone time. No one could get me to speak, and there was no way I would. It was none of their business, this was between me and my crazy ass mom. I wasn't doing a thing until she was dead.
Ch. 6 is rather like its title. I'm coming up with new ideas constantly to add on and make my story longer. As you've read from my earlier chapters, I have a lot more written down than I do typed. Oh and just for a heads up Tala's story will be coming up on why he's acting somewhat nuts. Heh acting. So stay tuned for the next chapter!