Fallen (Fallen 1)

He shrugged. “I guess I’m scared. I don’t know how it works. I don’t want to hurt anyone because I don’t know how to control my power.”

“That makes sense. But you should still know how to control your power.”

“You’re probably right,” He mumbled. I smiled.

“I’m always right.” That got a grin on his face.

I looked out my window at the different scenes flying by. There wasn’t much to see. Everything was a blur with the speed. Cars looked like they had come to a stop.

Jonathon’s cool hand grabbed mine ever so gently.

“What are you thinking about, principessa?” He asked.

“Can’t you just read my mind and know what I’m thinking?” I asked looking down at our entwined fingers. He chuckled.

“Yeah, I could. But I won’t do that. It doesn’t seem right to prod in on your private thoughts. If you don’t want to tell me what you’re thinking it’s fine. I won’t be mad. Your thoughts are private I won’t pry but you looked like you were ready to laugh.”

It was my turn to laugh and I did. But I felt relieved that he wouldn’t read my mind, he didn’t need to know about the note.

“I was just thinking about kicking Mason’s butt at the track,” I said enthusiastically.

Jonathon smiled.

“I hope we can too, he wins every time,” Jonathon said with a groan.

I smiled, “Not anymore, he does.” He laughed.

“Do we get to race together or against each other,” I asked fiddling with my fingers.

“Scusa?”

“I guess I should have phrased that differently. Will we race in teams? You know, like will you and I be a team or will we race separately?” I said hoping I made some sort of sense this time.

“Oh, yeah. You and I will race against the team of Danny and Mason and the team of Joseph and Patrick.”

“That’s great.” I said, truly happy I wouldn’t have to race against Jonathon.

Gradually I could begin to feel the car slow beneath me.

“Almost there.” I said breathing out a sigh of relief.

“Almost,” he said turning down an unmarked road. Mason, Danny, and Joseph were all ahead of us. I could see Patrick still behind us; he drove slower than the rest of them.

I could see Joseph park his car up ahead of us. Then Mason and Danny in the BMW.

Jonathon slowed the Mustang even further and came to a jerking stop. I nearly slammed into the dash board before the seatbelt stopped me.

“Where’s the track?” I asked looking around at the barren landscape.

“You’ll see.” He said as way of an explanation.

I continued looking around thinking I’d missed something but I couldn’t see anything resembling a track. Or for that matter any beautiful Ferrari F430’s. All there was was grass and trees. And a little dirt.

I couldn’t wait to get behind the wheel of one of those Ferrari’s. I guess I had my brothers’ to thank for my love of cars.

Jonathon opened my door for me offering me his hand. His cold hand was rock hard and sturdy. I could always depend on him. As Jonathon closed the car door, still holding onto my hand, Patrick finally pulled in next to us.

I felt like I was missing out on some inside joke. Seph, Danny, Mason, and Jonathon all had the same smug grin on their faces. I resisted the urge to stamp my foot in frustration.