Page 112 of Happy Hour
“Heavy damage to right rear quarter panel,” Aiden announced.
Limping my way back around to the pits, the guys assessed everything. “Something broke on the rear.” I told them.
“Sway bar,” Mason said. “Gentry, grab a new link. Shane, check out the lower control arm.”
“Uppers bent into the header.” Shane said. “Lower broke off completely.”
“Take it to the truck.” Kyle said brusquely. “There’s no time to fix it.”
He caught an untold amount of heat from JimiandSimplex when we didn’t finish well.
I can’t wait for tomorrow to explain this one.
Every Monday, we had a team meeting to discuss the race with management (my dad and uncle Randy). It wasn’t exactly the highlight of my week when we didn’t place well, nor was it for Kyle.
Loosening my belts, I started throwing shit around the inside of the car, ripping hoses away, anything to make me feel better and let’s face it, when I was pissed I threw things, I never grew out of the terrible two’s.
I was fucking livid by the time I pulled the car in front of the truck. Most of the crew was already there with the same dejected look they always had when we didn’t finish well
How much worse can one day get, really?
I didn’t make eye contact with anyone when I got out. I was vaguely aware of the fact that Sway was leaned against the side of the hauler as I slammed the door shut.
Reaching for anything I could get my hands on and throwing it against the wall. Not only had I single handedly wrecked a race car that could have been salvaged with a few minor adjustments. I got news, that Charlie only has around six months to live, and I will soon be the owner of a racetrack. But the motherfucking cake topper of it all—I told Sway I loved her and then broke her heart, on purpose.
You deserve a metal for the biggest Jackass of the year.
Sliding back against the wall, I was ready to vomit any second when Sway stepped inside.
“Jameson?” her shaky voice was timid.
“You shouldn’t be in here right now, Sway.” I warned. And though I’d never hurt her physically, I didn’t want her to see me like this. As it was, she’d bared the burden of my temper enough.
Of course, she didn’t listen, why would she? Sway does what she wants, and when it comes to me, she’ll do anything, I knew that.
Sitting there in silence beside her, I was moments away from telling her that I couldn’t do any of this without her and I needed to be there when Charlie talked to her. I would literally walk away from all this just for her. But would that really be what she wanted, or needed?
“Jameson?”
I looked up to see Chelsea standing at the door.
She smiled at me and the bile returned. “Are you ready?”
Oh god, what if Sway thinks I’m going with her because I want her?
I couldn’t tell her why I was going with her. If she knew about the transfer, she’d know something was wrong with Charlie.
“I’ll be...there in a minute.” I quickly said to avoid telling Sway anything.
My eyes focused on Sway’s, wide with pain. I looked away unnerved by the fact that I’d once again broke another piece of her heart.
Would there be anything left soon?
Throwing the piston in my hand at Chelsea was moments away from happening as I tossed the cool metal back in forth. It was tempting.
“I’ll be waiting.” Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard.
“I’ll let you get to...that.” Sway choked out when the door shut.
