Why can’t I breathe? I pried at my throat, trying to remove the thing strangling me, preventing me from getting an ounce of air in my lungs. I shook my head, kept on trying to get away while trying my level best to remove the grasp around my neck but I just couldn’t. What’s happening? What’s wrong with me? “Fuck! She’s dying - “Shut the fuck up!'' I heard the guy shout.... no whisper over to someone. He sounded so far away. Have I succeeded in getting away from him? I wanted to open my eyes to search for Jason but I just couldn’t. I could feel dots of blackness covering my eyesight and my head spinning before I could feel myself falling, falling hard but only to be caught by a pair of strong arms. Only one thing I’ve been able to see is Ryder’s twisted and worried face as he leaned over my face, too close for my liking. But, I couldn’t do anything to get away because I fell in a tunnel of blackness which went deeper and deeper and deeper. I don’t want

I ended up walking up to my bedroom with Lea’s stuffs. I furiously threw her luggage by the door and shut the door harshly with a bang that echoed in the empty hallway.I sat down on the edge of my bed and let my head sunk down to rest on top of my outstretched palms. I placed the heels of my hands on top of my closed eyes and rotated them in circles. I would always do this whenever I feel like I had to calm down. I shouldn’t vent out my anger on the girl. She had nothing to do with this. It’s my brother who plotted all of this, him and his sick games. I just don’t understand the purpose behind all this.I kept my eyes close for a few seconds and forced myself to calm down. After a while, I glanced up and the first thing my gaze settled directly on Lea’s luggage. I sighed dejectedly. I got up, picked up her stuffs and arranged them neatly across the room. I perched down to keep her luggage from tumbling over when one of her bags was about

“Check her breathing.” Jane ordained.“I already did. I don’t get why she wouldn’t wake up. She is breathing fine.” I confusingly said.“It’s okay. It’s okay. Sit her up and rub her back.” She explained and I immediately followed her steps.I held Lea up in a sitting position and rubbed her back. Her head rolled downwards due to the sudden movement and I quickly positioned her head on top of my right shoulder to keep her upright. Her slacked body ended up being pressed up against my chest as I tried to sustain her body weight with mine.  “She’s cold to the touch.” I admitted after a while of trying to prevent my fear from crawling its way up my mind as I focused on following Jane’s guidance. I thought that she was cold earlier on due to the cold weather but damn it. I was so wrong. She was cold due to another reason.Past memories as fresh as yesterdays’

“You’re scolding me. Bad brother -” He stalled, sniffed and then muttered. “- like Connor. Both of you are bad brothers. Only Max understands me. Where is he? Tell him to c-come right now. I need him.” Jake screamed in annoyance at not seeing his favorite brother comforting him. His voice broke as he began sobbing like a baby.I can’t help it, Jake. You will have to deal with me.I miss Max too but we have to suck it up.This guy is being unbelievable right now.He is such a freaking crybaby!“Listen to me. Jake, you’re being impossible right now. Fuck Lydia, okay? You need to act like a man. Now, stop crying. You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” I tried to explain to him as softly as possible.I was stunned when he began sobbing even harder and louder.I pulled my phone away from my ear and clenched it in my right hand, my fingers turning ghostly white as I thought of throwi

I knew better than to fall for his emotional blackmail.I was about to tell him that I will not step back now that I have already declared this race otherwise I will be named a loser or a coward for retreating back but Connor beat me to it.“Don’t worry bro. I know you got this. Chill, Alex! Ryder knows what he’s doing.” Connor nodded at me before pulling Alex back, away from the car.I nodded back before slowly driving the car up to the starting point while avoiding hitting the people swarming the racing compound back and forth as they rushed to stand by the sides, eager to watch this race unfold. When they saw me though, they moved to stand by the sides, clearing the pathway for me to drive through.I drove Connor’s black Lamborghini Aventador to a complete stop beside Tom’s red Nissan GT-R. Connor’s racing car was already labeled the black monster on the racing tracks. I don’t get why Tom would want to tr