Tamer (Jenlisa)

Chapter Fifteen

Jennie

I felt the car stopped and the engine died. I slowly opened my eyes. I didn't actually slept earlier, I just rested my eyes. The freak went out of the car. I picked up my stilettos then grabbed my clutch bag. I placed my car keys inside the bag then went out of the car. i thought she drove back to the bar since my car was there but I was wrong.

I stood frozen outside the car for a while before I unconsciously dropped my stilettos. In a moment, that same familiar feeling rushed in and I suddenly felt like throwing up.

It's not the same race track that we went last time. This one is wider and much bigger. I'm sure that only rich and expensive cars are racing in here. It's just weird that the lights are still on at this hour.

"Yah, why are you spacing out? Don't tell me that this is the first time that you went one race track because I won't believe you. You own a Lamborghini aventador in the first place. Anyway, are you really a racer? Just like what I thought?" She asked.

"I don't...race" I almost whispered but enough for her to hear. I was just staring at nowhere. I don't care if she noticed it or not.

"Yeah, you're more of a partygoer who always get drunk. And red lipstick doesn't suit you, you look more intimidating with it."

"How I wish I can get drunk even just for once." that slipped outside my mouth accidentally. I hate myself for being like this. She looked at me like I'm the weirdest girl she'd ever seen. 

"And how I wish I can take off the mask" I said. I still wear the same no expression mask I was talking about. How I wish I can simply take it off and be the same old Jennie.

"Bitch, what's your problem?" She didn't sound sarcastic when she called me bitch, which is pretty unusual, especially from her. But I couldn't care about anything right now but the race track I am currently in. A place that I never want to be in.

Everything suddenly get blurry. Now I can hear the people cheering and the screeching sound of wheels. The memories are playing like a movie in the background. my hold on my cutch bag tightened.

I've been building walls for a long time, but why does it seemed like the walls are slowly breaking? I hate this feeling. I don't want to feel this pain. And most importantly, I don't want to be in this place anymore.

"Hey? What happened to you?" I looked at her blankly when she held my shoulders and faced me to her. I didn't even notice that she touched me.

"I'm going home" I replied coldly. I don't care if I don't know the way, as long as I can leave this place.

"Wait a minute" She didn't let me protest and pulled me back to where her car was parked. I didn't have the energy to resist so I just let her. 

She suddenly kneeled in front of me and she carefully removed the dirt on my wounded foot, then she put my stilettos on my foot, and she did the same with my other foot. I was left speechless and all I did was stare at her as if I just saw a ghost.

"You'll leave without wearing a shoe? What kind of crazy are you?" She doesn't seem mad but it's clear that- she's serious.

"Don't do that again" I coldly said then I turned my back on her.

"I was actually expecting even just a simple 'thanks' to you." I stopped on what she said. " But I suddenly remembered that you're a bitch." I looked at her without showing any emotion.

"I didn't asked for your help in the first place. So don't act as if I owe you something."

"You owe me your life" she said.