It All Started With a Diary

fighting it|part 5

"What are you doing?" I yelled at Kade's back, attempting to yank free.

Instead of responding, he only gripped me tighter in his hand, not enough to hurt but enough to pull me along. The more we carried on, the louder I thought the walls banged and buzzed. We were on the other side of the building if I could guess from the amount of walking.

I glanced at him, still puzzled. "What is—"

My words were cut off as Kade pushed the door open.

The people that were once inside, were now here. Their shouts and yells were even louder now, but it seemed as if nothing could outmatch the roar of car engines.

The cool November wind threatened to topple me over. "W-what are you doing?" I asked Kade, tripping over my words.

Kade led us through but we stopped at what seemed like a stand. Men were already waiting there, shoving different things into Kades direction. He nodded as a man gave him gloves, but once another offered him a helmet, Kade shook his head.

He grasped me by the hand again, pulling us along until we were in front of one of the cars. He looked at me with a shrug, nodding at the buzzing sports car.

"You said you can take care of yourself, right?" he said, a smug smirk on his face. "Well, show me, tough girl. Get in."

I didn't see or notice anything else other than the command, not even the growing crowd behind us.

My eyes widened at him. "No, let me go!" I shouted, though it made no difference.

Kade opened my side, and quite literally placed me inside of the car, despite my tantrum. His face was grim with annoyance at my fight, and by the time he had gotten in the drivers' side, it felt as if I had used twenty years of energy.

In the dark blue sports car next to us, a middle aged man—who I assumed to be Shag—looked at us. His oily black hair was long, reaching the end of his chin. His eyes were shielded by black sunglasses, though it was pitch dark outside. Shags' high cheekbones were noticeably skinny, matching his body frame. A chill ran right through me as he revealed his yellow teeth to me with a Cheshire grin.

The crowd surrounded the starting line, their excitement even audible past the interior of the car. A girl with nothing but a bikini on came to the center of the track, a bright, yellow flag in hand as she beamed to the crowd.

Shag rolled down his window as he revved his engine. "Good luck, Ryder!" His words were phony, only to be believed by the naive. "You know I'm always rooting for you, boy!" He rolled his window back up, whipping his eyes forward.

Kade's fingers curled around the wheel, his eyes narrowed forward. A crooked smirk wandered to his lips as he glared ahead. "Cocky little bitch," he mumbled.

I drug my widened eyes from his adrenaline pumped figure. Oh my god. I gulped, pressing my entire body against the seat. This was how I was going to die; I knew it and I needed to accept it.

I shut my eyes, daring my nerves to remain at minimum. I imagined myself in another place: at home, away from this bloody place, away from this loud car, and away from the loud roars of the engines.

But, when the car lurched forward, I knew that my wishes were far from true. Instinctively, my eyes opened quick enough to see that yellow flag fall.

Kades' eyes were focused on the track in front of him, his full concentration laid upon it. I clenched the sides of my legs so hard, I felt the pads of my thumbs nearly mend through. My heart pounded so hard in my ears, I thought it'd give out any chance now.