Don't Try To Stop Me - Sequel to 'Trust Is Everything'

Chapter Six

*4 months later*

It had been four months since my mum had been killed. But every morning when I woke up I still felt a knife go through my heart. When my team and the racing community heard the news, the support was amazing. But I ignored most of it. I made the front page of the newspapers, which I despised for once. As a result, I didn't race at all after Kirkistown. A fog came into my head and I ended up hardly ever leaving my house. Eventually my dad took me to a doctor because he was worried about me, and two weeks ago I was diagnosed with severe depression. So, I'd been on 3 pills daily since then, but still had no notion of going back to racing. I didn't even keep up with it on tv anymore. Until that one phone call...

As for that mystery girl, I shredded the note the minute I got home from the funeral. That girl was nothing but a reminder to me of the day my mum died. And I hated her for it.

I lay across my sofa watching some old comedy show, that really wasn't all that funny, when my phone rang. I answered it without even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" I said bluntly, my voice was dull.
"James! It's Jack here. The team and I were just wondering how you've been? We also wanted to tell you there's a big race coming up over in Northern Ireland, your dad wants you to go with him. It's where your mum grew up."

At the mention of the word "mum" my brain immediately snapped into attention, but a lot of pain came with it. For some reason that I didn't have time to understand, I replied,
"I...I'll think about it."
"Ok well we're here if you need us! Hang in there buddy." Jack said before hanging up.

I sat upright and put my head in my hands. I hadn't raced in so long, I wondered if I still had it in me. And to go where my mum grew up...how painful would that be? Since I couldn't make my mind up, I got in my car and drove to my dad's truck yard. As I drove, it gave me time to realise what I was actually doing. It surprised me that I was actually keen to go to this race, especially since I'd been too depressed to move in the last four months.

I arrived at the truck yard and got out of my car. I instantly heard the drilling coming from the main shed and made my way over. My dad was in the pit, under a brand new Scania truck, drilling in some bits and pieces.

"Hi Dad." I shouted over the drilling, which stopped after I spoke.
My dad climbed out of the pit and looked at me, wide eyed with a smile on his face.
"Bloody hell son! It's great to see you!" He said as he hugged me.
"Good to see you too Dad. Listen, the reason I'm here is because the boys want me to go to a race over in Northern Ireland, the North West 200. Where mum grew up...," my voice faded saying that part, "and I wanted you to come with me."
My dad smiled a pained smile at the mention of my mum, and hugged me again.
"Of course I'll come, James. It was my idea to tell the boys to ring you. I just didn't think you'd come."

I hugged my dad tight as we both held back the tears.
"Well I better go see the boys then, see what bikes they have in mind for me." I smiled goodbye to my dad and walked out of the shed as the drilling resumed. As I drove to meet my team, I realised I was actually looking forward to this race. But for once I didn't care about winning or losing, all I cared about was making my mum proud in her home town. I knew she'd be watching. 

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for this super late update! And this chapter is so short! But I just don't have time at the moment with school and everything. Anyway, I hope you guys like this story so far 😊