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Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve: The Course De Rue.

I was weaving in between cars. This Venom could race, even though I wasn't actually racing yet. I sped passed a red light and watched as the traffic camera took a picture. I just laughed. I might as well break other laws while I'm already going to prison.

I drove on the back roads. The layout was similar to Alabama. You could look down over the edge and see the ocean. These were back roads no one ever took. I drove over a small hill and parked right in the last spot. I got out of the car dramatically and shut the door behind me. Everyone was out of their cars looking at me. A small crowd of millionaires was on the side of the road waiting for the race to begin. From inside another racers' car I could hear Simon's live stream,"Is that? It is. That's a Venom. Maybe Cory Davis' story checks out. Maybe there really was a third racer in the race that killed Keith Davis. You did it Payton!"

I walked towards Aston Blake's high end sports car. He was still inside of it, not wanting to come out of it. I went to the window and knocked on it. He rolled it down. I noticed he was watching Simon's live stream. "Did you happen to notice my car," I asked. "Screw you," he yelled. "Have fun in prison," I said as I started walking away. "You too," he yelled. "Don't worry, I will," I yelled back.

I got back to my car and got in. I saw Isabelle in the crowd of onlookers. She waved at me. I turned on Simon's live stream on my iPad. "With the race starting soon, I wanted to take the last minute saying how proud I am to be the creator of this race. I've been hosting this race for ten years and this one is really, the race. Congratulations to everyone for being put into the race. Good luck. And let's just try to be civil. Cough, cough, Payton Davis and Aston Blake. With that being said, start your engines," Simon said. I started my car and revved her engine. The onlookers stared at me as I continuously revved the engine to get Aston's attention.

Just as we were waiting for the green flag my phone went off. "Dammit I knew I should've left you at the hotel," I cursed at my phone. I read a text from Paul. "I'm watching Simon's live stream with Meadow back at home. Good luck Pete. Aston's going down." I text him back quickly,"Thanks Paul. Come visit me in prison. You know, if they allow me visiting hours. Tell everyone I love them. I probably won't be seeing anyone for a long time. I know it's weird but tell Brett I'm saving a kiss for him." I took a picture of my self and then a picture of my legs with the wheel and then one of all the cars in front of me. I then turned and took a selfie with the hood of my car and the other cars in the background. I posted it on Instagram with with caption,"Won't see you guys for awhile. #imgoingtoprison #streetracer #coursederue #butfirstlemmetakeaselfie." I know, it was a very teenage thing for me to do. It had to be done. Hey, I had a couple of free minutes. Why not?

"Windows up," the guy holding the green flag yelled. We all rolled our windows up. He started waving the flag around, signaling for us to get ready. A million things shot through my mind. How was I going to win? Was I going to win? How long am I going to prison? The next thing I knew, the green flag went down and in 15.9 seconds I was going 200 mph.

I was in 7th place. The crowd of people diminished quickly. The police were also on our asses before I could even blink. They obviously knew about the race. I skipped up to the next gear and weaved my way to 4th. Aston was in second, a major billionaire name Jackson Thomas was in first, and another guy named Mike Reed was in third. A police helicopter was above us along with two news helicopters. We weaved along the roads and the hills speeding away from the ocean's view.

I saw past the three cars ahead of me and saw the police setting up a rolling block. A giant police van blocked off the street and another police car drove into the street. They knocked out Jackson Thomas. He went down in a big crash off the road. By default I was now in 3rd and everyone else moved up as well.

We were now surrounded by trees. The woods were on both sides of us. I was topping out at 250 mph. Out of no where a police car sped out of the woods and knocked Mike Reed out of first. Aston and I both swerved to avoid the collision. The two cars close behind me couldn't see the collision and didn't have enough time. Both the cars crashed into the pileup. There were now only four of us.

Another two miles down the road police were trying to set up spike strips but didn't have time because of the speeds. I was now going 285 mph, 10 mph more than this car is supposed to go. After we sped past the cops they were able to shoot out the front right tire of one of the other racers. I think his name was Derek Moore. I watched as his car flipped off the right side of the road.

I could see the clearing of the woods five miles ahead of us. I also saw three police cars blocking the road. I kicked my car up to the next gear reaching 295 mph. Two of the three police cars chickened out and let Aston and I past. The other racer though, Dan Burke, was taken out by the police car that didn't move.

We were now just past the clearing of the trees. Aston and I were the final two. No cops were behind us and the choppers lost us as well. I knew the cops would be back soon. I was two inches away from Aston's right side bumper. With one swift movement I hit his car and it flipped off the road. I hit my steering wheel and smiled. I was a few yards ahead when I saw his car burst into flames. Major deja vu. I stopped my car. It obviously took a bit of work to go from 295 mph to 0.

I put the car in park and ran over to the, very, hot car. I opened Aston's car door and saw him. The flames hadn't yet reached him. He was even still conscious. I unbuckled his seat belt and dragged him a great distance from the car. Right when I stopped dragging him, the car exploded. "Why did you do that? Why did you help me," he faintly asked. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew I had killed you," I replied. I was about to stand up and leave when Aston grabbed my arm. "Thank you," he said. I saw the cops clear the trees. "I have to go," I said. I stood up and ran to my car. In 15.9 seconds, I was going 200 mph.

After four more miles of shifting gears, avoiding cops, and gaining speed, I saw the lighthouse come into view. It was 1/4 mile in front of me. I kicked my car up to 280 mph and passed through the gates. I brought the car to a stop. I had just won The Course De Rue.

Turning yourself in has a lot to do with courage and bravery. I had to do it though. I couldn't get out of this. It was better for me to own up to my choices rather than ignore that I made them. I took a deep breath as I saw the 15 police vehicles block off the exit. I saw the three helicopters above. I saw the ocean and thought of home. I'd be back soon. The last thing I did as a free being, I uploaded the race footage onto Simon's website.

I opened the car door and my hands went out first. "Keep your hands up! Turn around and back up slowly," I heard them all yell, not in unison. "Get on the ground," one screamed. I got on my knees and then laid on my stomach with my face on the pavement. A lot of the cops approached me cautiously. One put his knees on my back and cuffed my hands. He lifted me up roughly and led me to his car. I had the biggest smile on my face. I had won. Aston Blake went down. My families name was cleared.