Race With a Heart
Chapter 71: Heather

Chapter 71: Heather

Martin blinked his eyes, not believing Heather was calling. He was sure the girl had deleted his number long ago. She had no reason to keep it after she ended their relationship. Martin was supposed to delete it, too, and he didn’t know how it happened that he didn’t. He didn’t count on them coming together. He hadn’t counted on it for at least several months. He probably just forgot to erase her number.

Now Heather was calling him.

It surprised him so much that his heart twitched unpleasantly. He didn’t feel like talking to his ex-girlfriend. Their breakup was not very civilized. Heather cheated on him with his friend and abandoned him, even though she knew he was madly in love with her. He’d been recovering from her betrayal for a good few months, but even though he had Ami then, now Steve, there was still a wound in Martin’s heart. The two of them no longer had anything in common, so the boy had no reason to answer her call.

He decided not to answer.

In fact, the ringtone went silent after a few moments. It was quiet enough, and the bus was empty enough for no one complained that the phone had disturbed them. Martin put the phone in his pocket and rose from his seat as he was approaching his stop.

The bus stopped and the door opened. At this point, Martin thought he could hear an incoming text message, but he was just getting off the bus. Right at the stop he saw Mrs. Tyson carrying shopping bags, so he ran to offer her help. He got into a nice, neighborly conversation with her, completely forgetting about text messages. They came home unhurriedly because the evening was quite pleasant. Mrs. Tyson informed him that the weather forecast predicted cooling down and continued rain for tomorrow. It was supposed to rain for the next few days. That is why Mrs. Tyson went shopping in the evening, enjoying the still nice weather.

Upon returning home, Martin washed up, ate his supper (with Kevin’s roasted chicken legs in front of his imagination, and instant soup in front of him) and began watching Steve’s ’best of the best’ moments on the track. He saw the message was from Heather, but ignored it. Watching Steve, even on the screen, was a hundred times more interesting than an SMS from an ex-girlfriend. Paxton was very popular, so there were some interesting videos posted online. A few were really great.

In a good mood, having the best driver in his category before his eyes, Martin fell asleep happily, forgetting about the text message from Heather.

Don returned home irritated. Paxton wasn’t the best at the racing track today and even Alston had a better lap time, but still no one was even whispering about Steve being taken off the track. It was unfair to Don. On his part, it wasn’t just dreams anymore, he really, objectively, was better today, but he still had a closed way to the track.

Everyone saw that Paxton drives very rough in training, but no one talked about it. Nobody gossiped, as if afraid of accidentally saying one word too many. What would that be the word? That Steve was no longer fit for the track? That he is finished? That he should give way to younger ones?

Alston was eager to say it out loud, but Steve, despite his shortcomings, was well-liked at Fergus’ Stables, especially by the mechanics. Don, however, after Monday’s quarrel with one of them, where he showed him where the mechanic’s place was, lost in their eyes. Alston might not like them, he might think he belonged to a higher social group, but he needed them for his car to perform well. Even the best driver will not win if he has nothing to ride on.

That’s why he couldn’t do certain things personally or openly. That’s why he trusted Nelson.

But waiting was torture.

The house was strangely quiet. Usually, at this point, Heather had already hugged him and gave him welcoming kiss. Maybe she was shopping? Maybe she was seeing a friend?

Alston went into the bathroom to wash his face and noticed that the girl’s toiletries were not there. He went to check the wardrobe - her clothes were gone.

What the hell is going on ?! Did Heather leave him?

No it is not possible! No woman can leave Don Alston!

Rage began to flood him. How dare she ?! He pulled her out of a provincial town, made the GP2 driver’s girlfriend, supported her and gave her gifts, and this mean little bitch dare abandon him? Walk away without any quarrel? Without a word?

At that moment, a dark thought flashed through Alston’s mind. Heather overheard his conversation with Nelson! How much has she heard? How much did she understand? Surely enough to get scared and, who knows, warn the people at Fergus’ Stables.

The bitch dares to bite the hand that feeds her!

He must find her! He must show her where her place is! He’s gonna get her by the hair here if he has to!

Don Alston ran out of the house. Heather had no friends in this town. The only person she really knew here other than Don was Martin, but he doubted she knew where the mechanic lived. Besides, Alston didn’t know it either. So she probably did not seek shelter with her ex-boyfriend, although this idiot would probably help her, especially since she would give him information about the threat being prepared for Steve. Anyway, Heather was a simple girl, so she probably chose the simplest solution - an escape to the family home.

Alston drove to the bus terminal. A very feminine, sexy look made Heather stand out from the crowd so he found her no problem. Idiot! If she wanted to escape, she should try to blend in more with the crowd! Red high heels, a pink mini skirt, and a yellow suitcase screamed from afar that it was her.

The furious Don saw that the girl was holding a phone in her hand and was about to call someone. He ran to her and, careful not to make a scene, grabbed her hand.

"There you are, honey," he hissed, mocking sweetness. "You got the terminals wrong. Our bus departs from stand two. "

The girl was too scared to react otherwise than to obediently go where he was dragging her. The Don held her suitcase in one hand, and in the other, he held her wrist in an iron grip. He led her to a more secluded place and pushed her. He checked her call history.

" Cute Boy?" he asked furiously. "Who the hell is Cute Boy?"

He didn’t wait for an answer. He checked the number and recognized it.

"Did you call Martin?" he growled furiously.

"I wanted to say goodbye before I left," she announced in a trembling voice.

"And you didn’t want to say goodbye to me?"

His eyes shot flames. He wanted to punch her in that stupid, lying face ...

However, he mastered himself, though with obvious difficulty. He had never hit a woman before and was not going to. It was his principle. He will never be the same as his father.

"I’m sorry ..." she muttered, clearly frightened.

"Did you get through to him? What did you tell him? " he hissed. "I see this is your second try."

"I didn’t get through," she assured him, trying to convince him. "I swear! You can see that he did not answer! "

There was actually no sign that she had managed to talk to Martin. But she could text him. Don checked and cursed furiously.

"What is this?!" he shouted waving the phone in front of her face. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? !!! ’I need to talk to you urgently. Call me as soon as you read this message’! Do you want to come back to him? !!! Do you want to cheat on me? !! "

"NO! Don, please stop calm down ... "

"How can I calm down when you do something like that ?! Without a word, without warning, you pack your things and disappear! Not only that, you’re trying to get in touch with your ex! WHY?!"

Alston took a step toward her. Then another. She began to back away, but soon she had nowhere to go. Her back touched the hard, cold wall. With no way to escape and feeling his angry breath on her face, Heather decided to attack.

"You think I don’t know about strip bars ?! About whores ?! You come home the next morning, smelly of alcohol and cheap perfume! You don’t think it hurts me? You think I have no feelings? I have no pride? Do you think I’ll be with you unconditionally? Since you started working in this stable, I cease to exist for you! Do you know why I left without saying a word? Because I thought you wouldn’t even notice it !!! "

Tears spilled from Heather’s eyes. Was that really why she wanted to leave? Did she really overhear nothing but just feel neglected?

It was plausible. Don was really able to believe her, because he knew that since he saw Martin taking a man into him and his face soaked with cum, his own preferences changed a bit. That might explain Heather running away, but not her attempts to contact Martin.

"All right," he replied, trying to regain his composure. "How do you explain this text message?"

"I admit, I wanted to meet him. Or at least hear his voice. I wanted to... apologize. When I left you, I wanted to say goodbye to the racing world forever, and Martin would be my remorse. I wanted to apologize for cheating on him because now that you are cheating on me I know how it hurts ... "

Was he supposed to believe her? Should he believe her? Heather really didn’t hear anything?

Don couldn’t risk it. He had to keep an eye on her so that he could react if she was up to something.

"Darling, forgive me" he held both his hands out to her as if to embrace her. "I can’t acclimatize to the new stable. They all form a compact clique, and I am an outsider all the time. I had to relieve stress, and I didn’t want you to see me like that. I didn’t want you to suffer from my frustration. I didn’t think that by wanting to protect you, I would hurt you. "

"Really?" she asked hopefully.

"Of course," he assured her fervently. God, what an idiot she is! "So what, will you come home with me?"

"Mhm," she nodded.

"I’ll take your luggage."

Nobody’s leaving Don Alston. It is he who throws away toys that have already bored him. He’s already bored of Heather, but he will keep her a little longer. He had to make sure the plan to get rid of Steve Paxton went smoothly.

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