Runaway Highway

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Chapter 7 - Stark

*Trigger warning: mature sex scene with "unwilling" consent at the end of the chapter. Although this chapter does not include a rape scene, it might still be triggering. Read at your own discretion*

Johanna's POV

As I entered my car, I didn't speak to Mia right away. I wanted to get out of Sam's sight before I told her what had happened.

"You won't believe the deal I just landed." I said, my face expressionless. I turned on the gas and drove slowly at first so I wouldn't appear eager to get away.

"What happened? What did he say?" She asked nonchalantly, noticing my strategy.

I was silent for a few seconds. As I turned the corner, I let out a genuine belly laugh. "I just played Gazelle like a fiddle!"

Mia's eyes were wide open "What the hell did you say to him? Tell me!"

"I'm not sure what came over me. I think I spooked him enough with the gun. He backed down almost immediately. I know him only vaguely, but I do know he is swimming in dollar bills. That was when I realised, this guys doesn't compete for the money, he does it for the thrill. Money isn't what's at stake for him, but his pride. I think I convinced him to hire me because I told him I'd make him win. I could tell it was music to his ears."

"How much is he gonna pay you?" she asked, getting straight to the point.

I smiled at her "Enough to pay for my mum's surgery."

She turned her entire body in my direction, swivelling in her seat. "He agreed to pay you 100,000?! What type of deal did you make Johanna? Are you gonna sell your body while you fix his car?"

I swatted her arm "None of that. I told him Lickety had paid me much more over the years, which of course is completely false, but he was no way of verifying it! Like I said, I played him like a fiddle. Of course I'm an honest worker, for the amount he's paying me I am gonna do my very best, there's no doubt about that. I'll turn his car into the best race car this town has ever seen."

Mia relaxed in her seat, baffled "Girl, you keep surprising me. Can't wait to see Lickety's face when he finds out he's gonna lose."

"We can't be sure of that. Lickety is a piece of shit, but he sure can drive. His wins aren't entirely because of the car, his skills come into play. Sam can't rely on me to win, he's gonna have to practice a lot."

"Sam?" she asked. Of course she didn't know Gazelle's name.

"Gazelle, I mean."

"He doesn't look like a Sam," Mia commented as I turned into her driveway "It sounds like a little kid's name. Any idea how old he is?"

I thought before answering. I knew Gazelle had only started competing a few years ago so he had to be older than 20. Yeah, he was definitely much older than that. Even under his coat, I could tell he had a strong build, his chest wide and his shoulders strong. His scruffy beard was a good hint to figure out his age.

"He's probably 25-ish, I don't think he's older than that."

"So young and already so rich? That can't be a good mix." Mia answered, more to herself than to me.

It was frustrating seeing twenty-somethings who never worked a day in their lives live so comfortably in regards to money. Mia came from a similar household than I, so she was always having money troubles. She started working at the age of 15 at a salon and that's where she's been ever since. I knew she liked what she was doing though, and it did provide her some stability, but not enough for her to live out her dreams. She had always dreamed of being a professional cheerleader, but that dream seemed more and more unreachable. She wasn't mad at the people who and money, nor was she mad that she had to work so hard just to make it by, she was just sad, disappointed in the injustice of life.

"I never heard wild stories about him," I said, replying to her comment "He doesn't seem like the type of guy to get other deals, but then again, I might be surprised."

Westray Valley, apart from the races, was known for its high addiction rates and the amount of drugs circulating on a daily basis. Everything was connected, the races, the illegal arms, the drugs... Sam seemed harmless in that department.

"You be careful Jo, pretty boys like Sam might look harmless, but deep down, thay are all just as fucked up as the rest of us."

"You think he's cute?" I asked her, parking my car in front of her door.

"What do you think I was doing in the car while I waited for you? Taking a nap? I was checking the dude out. Of course he's cute." She smiked at me as she opened the door. I rolled my eyes.

"You have a good night friend!" I said, ready to leave.

"You too!" Mia shouted from her porch.


Mia's POV

As soon as I walked inside the door I was greeted with shouts. My parents were fighting again.

What's new?

I headed to my room, bumping into my younger brother Scott in the corridor.

"Shouldn't you be in bed? You have school tomorrow."

"I'm going now." He said innocently. I gave him a kiss on the forehead. It pained me to see him have to grow up in such a disfunctional household. Sure, he always already 12 years old, he was grown up enough to understand that parents fight, but still. I wish I could take him away from that town.

I closed the door of my bedroom behind me. I wash out my parents loud shouts, I turned on some music, but not to loud as to not bother Scottie. I put on some D'Angelo and lit up a joint.

Nothing was better than this.

I laid in bed, looking at the ceiling, humming the words of D'Angelo's "Brown Sugar".

That was when my phone vibrated in my jeans. Without getting up or lifting my head, I got it out of my pocket and read the text.

U up?

- Stark

I rolled my eyes. Even though I really didn't want to see him right now, he'd know if I lied to him. I replied I was awake.

Good. Open your window then.

- Stark

I shuddered. No way, was he already outside? I got up, put out my joint, and walked towards my window. To my surprise, there he was, standing right under my window.

"Stark, what are you doing? People might see you! My brother might see you!"

"Relax babe, I plan on being extra quiet tonight. As for you, we'll see."

Stark had climbed to my room many times before, I was not concerned he'd fall or injure himself, and with his strong physic he was more willing to climb up the side of my house than risk being caught. My parents hated Stark, they absoluetly dispised him. I tried to convince myself that they didn't like him because he was trouble (like the rest of the drivers), but I was sure they were just racist sons of a bitch.

As Stark pulled his dark torso over my window and landed inside my room, I gave him a death stare.

"What is it woman?"

"You can't just show up like this Andre. I'm not in the mood."

He gripped my arm firmly, pulling me to him "Don't call me that Mia. And what do you mean you're not in the mood?"

He pulled me roughly against his body, his hands cupping my breasts. I shifted unconfortably, trying to release myself from his pull.

"I'm just not in the mood tonight. I had a long day."

He sighed and loosened his grip. He then lifted my face and kissed me on the lips, his hands roaming my lower back and butt. It was hard to say no to Stark. Sometimes it was better to give him what he wanted. He'd leave sooner if I let him.

"You had a hard day? Let me guess, you broke your nails at the salon. Mia, if you only imagined the day I've had you'd do everything to loosen me up."

He snaked his hand under my t-shirt, under my bra. He pinched my nipple and I let out a quiet wince of pain, my knees trembling.

"Fine, but make it quick. And quiet!" I said, clawing at his shirt and pulling over his head.

His hands went staight to my trousers, undoing them. I did the same, his dick already rock hard.

Stark bent me over at the end of my bed. Before I knew it, he was already inside me. It frustrated me that he didn't know how to please me, but then again, when I tried to tell him what to do, he'd ignore me and tell me he knew exactly what he was doing.

My relationship with Andre was complicated to say the least. On the one hand, it was nice to receive male attention, especially from such an attratcive guy like him, but on the other hand, him wanting to keep our "relationship" a secret made me feel like he didn't want me as his girlfriend. Most of the time he only wanted to fuck me anyway, and to be honest, it was better to let him than to stand up to him.

He kept thrusting faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I tried to steady myself by gripping the bed sheets, all the while keeping the noise level to a minimum. As Stark slapped my behind, I bit my lip, but not from pleasure. He then gripped my hair, burying my face into the matress.

Oh god, when are you gonna finish?

At last, Stark's breathing and thrusts became irregular and he started wincing. He was close. I shushed him to be quiet and he came in silence. As soon as he was done, I pulled up my trousers and fixed my hair.

"Ah, much better," he said, planting a kiss on my lips. "You're my favourite girl in the whole entire world, you know that right?"

These were the moments when I really liked Andre. Deep down, I knew he was a sweetheart and wanted to treat me right. He just didn't know how to do it properly.

He left shortly after. I changed into my pajamas and lit up my joint again. I noticed my parents had finally stopped arguing.

As I smoked, a single tear ran down my face. Deep down, I couldn't say no to Stark because I was afraid of him. I was afraid he'd hurt me, or worse, tell Johanna that we had been seeing each other secretly for the past 5 months. After I finished smoking, my face covered in tears, I went to sleep.

I just wish I could get out of Westray Valley, take Scottie with me and never look back.

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Hello everyone! So here is a little insight into Mia's life. As you can see, she isn't having an easy time. Don't forget to leave a comment and like this chapter!

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