Elana had just finished signing her papers to be released from rehab, she had been her for a year and had seen her mother a total of four times. She had called her mom a week ago when she found out she was being released, she never answered, but Lana left a message hoping maybe she would come pick her up. Lana stuffed her belongings into her tattered black Jansport back pack, which was all of a few photos two changes of cloths and a few photos she didn’t have much going n and she preferred to keep it that way. She made her way out of her room and out to the front of the Rehab center, she sat on the bench waiting for her mother even though she was sure she wouldn’t come.

After a few hours of waiting around she finally decided to walk home. She wanted to give her mother the benefit of the doubt, but she knew her mother simply didn’t really care about her. The walk home was long, yet relaxing. She was trying to mentally prepare herself for being in the real world once again. When she finally reached her house she grabbed for the door knob but it seemed locked. She let out a sigh and a knot started to grow in her stomach. She hesitated but eventually knocked. An unfamiliar man answered the door.

“Can I help you?” he asked, confused.

“Um, I’m sorry to bother you but is there by chance a Charlotte Harvard here?” She asked her voice was shaking a bit.
The man frowned gently “No I’m sorry, she moved away about seven months ago, I have her address though if you want it, I have to reroute her mail.” He offered in a kind tone.

Lana swallowed hard, the words hit her hard, she took a deep breath “That would be great.” She managed to get out.
The man handed her a slip of paper

1483 Bayard Avenue

She knew the street it was the rich part of town, how the hell had her mother managed that. It was only about a few miles, it was near Lana’s old high school. She didn’t want to go, her mother had just picked up and left without even a warning. But, Lana had nowhere else to go. So many things ran through her head on the walk over there, dark twisted thoughts of killing and dismembering her mother, that would teach her Lana thought, but as Lana turned on Bayard she quickly shook the thoughts. Her eyes went from address to address. Finally stopping in front of a huge gated house. She was greeted at the gate by her Pit BullReptar. There was a code for the gate but Lana didn’t bother she saw her mom’s sports car and she’s rather surprise her. The dog wagged it’s tail happily jumping up and down.

Lana threw her back pack over the fence before attempting to climb it. Though slipping, one of the sharp spikes cutting her hand open. She made a pained noise as blood started to stream from the new wound. Finally she jumped down on the other side of the fence, Reptar jumping up on her. She knelt down petting the dog with her healthy hand. She kissed his snout, before standing back up and heading up the long drive way towards the house, Reptar in tow happily following her. She didn’t bother knocking on the door she quietly opened the door letting the dog in with her, shutting it quietly behind her. The inside of the house was stunning.

“Charlotte, dear were going to be late if you don’t hurry. This is an…” a man stated though stopping when he saw Lana standing in the entry way. “Excuse me can I help you?”the man standing in front of Lana was her mother’s type, he was older and sophisticated, dressed in a nice suite. Lana’s breathing quickened a bit as she tried to explain herself.

“I’m…um…uh…I’m…” but before she could answer, she saw her mother coming down the elegant staircase dressed in an expensive dress.

“Baby?” Her mother said in a soft stunned tone. No ne hardly called her by her real name unless they were mad at her, Lana even debated once or twice whether she should just change her name to Baby. “How did you…I mean, Your out?” she was trying to pick her words wisely, though she seemed speechless.

“Yeah, Mom.” She said plainly.

The man cleared his throat as a sign for someone to explain. Charlotte shook her head quickly. “Oh, sorry love, This is my daughter, that I was telling you about, Bab…Elana.” He mother said introducing her. “Baby, this is my husband Doctor Victor Otto.” She smiled nervously.

Victor smiled “It’s a pleasure, you told me how she wasn’t well, but you didn’t tell me she was a spitting image of you.” He chuckled lightly. “I do hate to call this reunion off but we do have to be somewhere. Please make yourself at home. Alphonse.” He called a butler appearing next to him “Please show Miss Harvard to one of our guest rooms.” He said taking Lana’s mom by the hand as they headed out, Charlotte stopped quickly “When I get home will have to catch up.” She said kissing her cheek quickly as she left.

Lana stood frozen, as she tried to process everything. Her mother had remarried, to a doctor. She felt sick to her stomach. It was only when the butler spoke that she had to quickly gain control of her erratic thoughts. She followed the butler to the room, which seemed more like an unwelcoming hotel suite. She thanked the butler and waited for him to leave before the tears fell from her eyes, she was screaming on the inside. She ran to the bathroom frantically searching through the drawers. Everything from rehab all the stupid talks, the exercises had just been tossed out the window. She couldn’t find anything she came back out of the bathroom spotting a handheld mirror on the dresser. She quickly broke the mirror small pieces of glass imbedding into her hand, She gripped the biggest, sharpest piece of glass pricing it to the pale skin on her wrist and dragging it across, feeling immediate satisfaction and she started to feel better as she watched the blood drip on to her pants, tears still streaming down her cheeks. The pain in her wrist gave her chills it felt good to her and within the span of two minutes she had fallen right back in to the dark hole, Rehab hadn’t changed her.

Jessie’s father had speared no expense for his only son. Jessie’s apartment was extremely nice and equip with anything a twenty-three year old could want or need, it was a loft that sat over an auto shop. The girl that Jessie had brought home last night had just rolled off of him. She sat up in the bed as she started to get dress, she knew Jessie had a temper and she didn’t want to out stay her welcome. He had meet this girl at last week’s race and like usual he would never see her again, unless she happened to be at another race. He grabbed his cell phone from his dresser and quickly skimmed through the texts nothing important. He didn’t bother to see the girl out.

As soon as she left he got out of bed himself pulling his jeans on and heading down stairs. He rubbed the back of his neck and yawned, tonight was going to be a big night. He was in a 200,000 dollar bracket for the race tonight, with five other racers, which meant he had 1 million coming to him, if of course he won, which he had no doubt in his mind. Plus, it was the first time he would get to see Tony since he had been released from prison, the guy was like his brother and he missed having him crash at his place all the time. He opened up one of the drawers in his kitchen, the drawer was full of brand new syringes and blue tourniquets.

He took his time as he boiled the drug before using the needle to absorb the heroine, he tired his arm off with one of the tourniquets, and slowly he pushed the needle into his skin careful and calculated, he was practically OCD when it came to his drugs. Everything had to be brand new and untouched. The drug entered his body and felt like liquid fire. He closed his eyes breathing deeply, without his fix every morning, he was insane, it might be weird but the heroine seemed to keep Jessie sane, he was more sane with it then he was without it. As the drug took effect on his body he sat on the couch, relaxing as he took a swig of his Corona. Everything seem to slow down around him, even his own heartbeat was slower. A knock at his door brought him from his calm relaxed state. He took another drink of the beer. As he walked to his door, opening it.

“Hey Jess, ready for tonight?” his friend smirked. As he came in without the approval of Jessie, he too went to the kitchen mixing up the same poisonous cocktail Jessie had.

“Yeah, I’ll have 1 mill in my pocket tonight after that race.” He said bordely as he shut the door.

“And the party?” Markus asked

“What about it, it’s not like I have neighbors. How many parties have I had here before dumb shit, why do you ask pointless fucking questions?” His Cuban accent was strong and slightly angry as he walked over to his friend stopping him before he could shoot up. “Shits not free Marky, you’re getting really fucking brave.” He said darkly.
Markus rolled his eyes “Guess I caught you in a bad mood, I’ll leave .” he said as he headed towards the door though freezing as he heard as the click of a Pistol. “Jess come on man, I’m one of your best friends.” He said slightly panicked.

“Just get the fuck out.” Jessie said harshly painting his gun at the back of his head.

Markus hurried out, Jessie smirked, he loved being in control and he loved the power he had. He grabbed a black shirt slipping it on placing a band aid over his still bleeding track mark, he must have hit a sensitive spot. He thought to himself, as he headed down stairs to his shop. The Shop was of course already open and a few of his employees were working on some race cars, most of them for tonight’s race. His shop strictly worked no street racing cars. He looked over his car, the one he liked to call his baby, the first car he ever boosted, of course it was decked out now for racing and he rarely, but tonight’s race called for his baby. No one was allowed anywhere near the car unless Jessie gave them permission. He smirked at the thought of tonight’s race and being reunited with his best friend, and then to end the night an endless supply of drugs and girls, while he partied.

Anthony Sighed heavily as he was being processed out of jail he looked at the officers with heavy contempment his eyes never leaving the officers eyes sort of a fuck you looked the officers knew it but chose to remain quiet. "am i done?" he said snatching his things from the cops hands which included: an iphone, a butterfly knife, a shirt, pants and some high top sneakers. "your free to go." the officer said boredly. Anthony saluted to the officer and was escorted off the property. a free man, finally after 7 years of being gone from the world.

Anthony smiled a small sadistic smile knowing that drugs and cars were now avalible to him again, he picked turned his phone on and dailed his friends gabe's number who quickly came to pick him up. he was a banger of course a member of a powerful gang who controlled most of the shit around here. "what's up nigga?" they did the gang riddled dap which his friend pulled him in for a hug "we have been busy boss. i've been handling shit while you been in the pen." anthony nodded appericatively. "that's good, you know i trust you like a brother." Gabe smiled and nodded "of course."

Finally the two went in the car and began going to gabe's house well, simply becuase anthony was homeless. it was an honor for gabe to house anthony and really anthony didnt really give two shits anyway. anthony saw gabes pack of ciggerettes and quickly grabbing the pack and lighting one up. Gabe smiled "we got the good shit at the house." ant looked at gabe with interest. "oh yea?" gabe nodded. ant moved excitiedly in his chair "FUCK yea!!" he said with glee. "i'll set it up when we get there." anthony nodded taking a pull of his cig. gabe scratched his head, he was nervous around anthony. anthony could punch hard enough to shatter bone and its not the first time gabe had gotten punched, gabe was a coward and ant knew it, "Oh! boss, there's a party tonight, tryna go?" "hell yea." ant responded with out thought.

finally pulling up to gabes rather impressive house anthony's eyebrows shot upward. "this is your place?" anthony said awestruck. "yea, you like it?" "yea.." ant said stepping out of the car and into the nice house. "i'll get the shit ready. you and me are the same size go shower and get ready for this party" anthony simply nodded doing as his friend suggested. after about an hour he came out looking clean cut and well dressed.

"looking good boss." "fuck you. wheres the shit." gabe scrambled to get the stuff for his "friend" "here you go." gabe handed anthony with a glass mirror and a rolled up 100 dollar bill. anthony smelled the sultry and alluring smell of the coke and hit a couple lines. "FUCK! shit is good." he handed the mirror to gabe and lit another cig. "hit that and lets go. gimme your fucking key g." after hitting the coke gabe handed his keys to anthony and they when off to the party.

“I can’t stay here.” Lana whispered to herself as she went into the bathroom cleaning up both the cut across her wrist and arm. She tied both of them of with the only two black bandanas she carried with her in her backpack. Then quickly she changed into practically the only outfit she owned seeing as her mom had gotten rid of all of her belongings. She sat on the bed as she tried to figure out where she could go then it dawned on her, the racers were every Friday night and she was 95% positive they still hadn’t been shut down, she use to go to them faithfully every Friday and Saturday for two years until of course she was put in rehab. She glanced to the alarm clock next to the bed. Letting out a sigh of defeat seeing that they started in close to an hour, if she walked their she’d never make it, it was all the way across town, the docks is whatever one called that particular part of town. It was gang ridden and extremely dangerous, the Docks was the nice way of saying the getto.

A thought came into her mind, she smirked darkly. “Fuck this.” She said getting off her bed and searching or her mothers and “New step-dads room.” She opened the door at the end of the hall it was massive the most expensive room she had ever seen. “I can see why she married him.” She shook her head as she mumbled under her breath, heading straight for the closet searching and finding an expensive pair of black heels. “Perfect.” She smirked as she kicked off her worn converse slipping into the brand new heels.

She made her way down the stair case seeing a key holder with about four or five different car keys hanging from it. She eyed the keys as if she was window shopping. “Corvette, Hummer, Range Rover...” she trailed of spotting a set of keys grabbing them quickly “Viper, Perfect” She smirked heading out the door. She walked outside clicking the button to open the garage her jaw literally dropping at the sight of the blood red Viper. “Maybe I shouldn’t.” she whispered “Then again, why not. I’m just borrowing from my new daddy after all.” She laughed n a mocking tone hopping into the car and speeding down the drive way, letting out a howl of excitement from the thrill. She flipped through the CD case that was in the car. grabbing a blank CD taking a chance. Skipping past a few songs stopping on a familiar one. "Step daddy likes a little old school hu." she smiled carelessly driving the sports car living in the moment and running off adrenaline, knowing she could get caught at any moment.

She had the windows down as she drove through the Docks, the sun starting t go down. Everyone stared honestly expecting a guy to be driving the car, they were almost at a loss for words seeing the young girl driving the car. People had already started to gather at the ware house on outskirts of the Docks, cps hardly ever came out here, Lana figured that's the reason they were able to keep it going, that and they most likely paid off the cops. Lana Parked the car rolling up the windows and stepping out of the cars. She was dressed as sluty as the others girls, but it seemed as though she was getting more looks then those who were trying to hard, but she figured that had something to do with the car.

Jessie couldn’t think of one single thing he liked or cared about more than racing. It meant absolutely everything to him, not to mention he was probably one of the best street racers in the world and it helped that he was an absolute ladies man, he had looks to kill an attitude to match. His whole car vibrated from the bass of his stereo, most were surprised that the windows and mirrors hadn’t broken yet. Everyone frozen when they saw his car and the music blaring from it, one hand on the steering wheel and neon blue lights lit under his race car. Confidence clear on his face, he knew everyone was staring and it only feed his confidence.

He pulled into his usual spot, not bothering to turn off his car as the music continued to blare, he stepped out of his car two girls on each arm in less than seconds, in the underground world, Jessie was the biggest celebrity there was. Jessie headed to his private room where he could see the races but not have to deal with stupid people. Hugo, considered himself Jessie’s brother, his father had sent Hugo with Jessie when he’d come over from Cuba to protect him, Hugo was probably one of the scariest guys you could ever meet, her grabbed the keys out of Jessie’s car, locking it up and following after him without a single word.

Jessie’s private room was nice a lot of Friday and Saturday nights he did business here, there was already a knock at the door which wasn’t unusual. Jessie made a small had gesture for Hugo to answer the door and he did as he was told. Lana standing at the door, he smirked seeing her ordering the girls out of his “office” Lana, didn’t exactly like Jessie, but she had become close with him a few months before she had been admitted for two reasons. One, she was in love with Hugo and they had slept together once or twice, but that was in the past and two, they both like to mess with each other like siblings and he had become like the older brother she never had.

“Look who’s out of the Looney.” He smirked, as she rolled her eyes.

“Real cute Jay.” She said sarcastically as she came into the room, Hugo shutting the door behind her. “I want in, even if it’s just one of the lower twenty dollar brackets, my life is a mess and I need money. Fast.” She stated sternly.

He let out a small chuckle, amused by her. “Baby, you’ve never raced in your life. And you know you can just go jump in you don’t have to ask my permission. Besides if you did, what the hell would you race in, you have nothing.” He said with a casual smile leaning back in his chair.

She let out a frustrated breath “Don’t give me that Jay, this shit is organized you know just as well as I do there is a roster, you don’t just throw your money down, I really need your help.” She was almost begging she couldn’t stand the thought of having to go back to the ritzy house with her mother on that boring doctor.

“Your right, entries were a week ago I can’t help you, guess you know the races to well, I’ll tell you what I can do for you.” He paused laying his two loaded pistols on the table “You give me a free show and I’ll give you some free money.” He smirked darkly

“Go Fuck yourself Jessie, You’re an asshole.” She tried to keep herself from tearing up.

Normally Jessie wasn’t the giving type and he didn’t exactly take pity on girls, but Lana was more like a sister to him, he knew her story, he she had crashed on his couch and shot up with him on occasion. He let out a defeated sigh, showing his softer side, wasn’t exactly easy.

“I’ll sneak you in on the 100 dollar roster, you won’t make anything off those cheap 20 dollar brackets, you can race in Hugo’s car…” she cut him off

“No thanks big bro, I got a ride.” She smirked

“Alright, your bracket’s at ten.” He said as Hug opened the door.

“Thank you so much Jess, I promise you I won’t ask for anything else.” She said sincerely and he knew she meant it. She head for the door, before hearing him call her name, she turned back to face him.

“Elana, don’t fuck this up.” It slightly frightening her when he called her by her real name. She swallowed simply nodding as she headed out.