Fueled Obsession 2 by Heartley Amanda

Author:Heartley, Amanda [Heartley, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Heartley Publishing
Published: 2014-12-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight — Jack

Thanks to Andre’s older brother, CeeCee, I got some of the parts I needed to fix my car. He drove me around to a few pick-a-part places and we hauled them back home. I’d stayed at Elaina’s for a couple days, but Mom insisted I come back home. I didn’t want to, but I knew she needed me, if only to pay the electric bill and buy her some booze. She couldn’t have me paying someone else the money; she was too selfish for that.

Most of the remaining parts I needed, I’d ordered online yesterday and I was expecting them to arrive today. Just doing the math in my head, it became obvious that I’d have to invest all of my stashed savings in the repairs, but at least the Camaro was repairable.

I wanted to stay in my room all day, if only to get some peace from my mom. I didn’t want to wake up and find her wailing on me—I couldn’t risk my stitches breaking and to be honest, I still felt like a Mack truck had ran over me and then backed up and done it again. Mom just wasn’t the mothering kind. She had zero patience with me, especially since I’d left her ass in jail for a few days. It had been a peaceful vacation, but now it was over—at least until the next time she went back there, which was inevitable.

I was surprised that no cops had come to arrest me yet, which could mean one of two things. One—they didn’t have enough evidence to charge me with, at least not yet, or two—they were still gathering evidence so they could throw the book at me. Either way, I didn’t care. What with Mom’s raspy screaming all night, and drinking parties with strangers in our house, I wouldn’t mind if they did take me. I hated waking up to her screeching and yelling, and it didn't help seeing my fucked up car in the driveway every time I looked out the window. I was trapped in this fucking hellhole without a ride and it would take weeks, if not longer, to get back on the road and back to racing. Fuck! I had too much to think about.

When the UPS man showed up, Mom was still passed out on the couch, half fucking naked. She didn’t seem to give a shit that her robe was wide open. Must’ve been a great fuck last night because I’m sure the whole fucking neighborhood heard her. I threw a blanket over her and I went to retrieve the packages from the porch, happy that the guy left without seeing the inside of the house.

There was no way I could leave the parts outside in my neighborhood. They'd definitely get ripped off in a heartbeat and then I’d have to buy them back from some small time 'businessman'. Victor had called me earlier and offered to send some of his people over to help me. He wanted me back on the track soon, but I turned down his offer.

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