Perhaps it was the intense repression, but right now, what I craved most was a complete release.
I raised an eyebrow at Rebecca. "Do you still have that Beast of yours?"
Rebecca's interest was immediately piqued. "You're thinking of racing?"
She came over and patted my shoulder with a curious grin. "Did you know Vincent's racing this time too? I'll make sure you're signed up—no backing out now."
Rebecca joked that the Moore family had never produced a romantic fool, and having me was quite enough.
I thought I wasn't a romantic fool, just stubborn.
The Oray Mountain Motocross was an event Kate and I had planned together, with her as a special guest.
As I stood on the track, that familiar sense of freedom washed over me again.
I finally managed to suppress the confusion and fear gnawing at me. I couldn't help but smile, thinking, "If Dad knew I was too scared of online abuse to even turn on my phone, he'd probably laugh at me for life."
I turned on my phone, and a barrage of messages appeared. I skimmed through them quickly—mostly hateful rants from Kate's fans and some gloating from peers.
They all thought I'd hit rock bottom.
At the very end, there were 99 missed calls from Kate.