Race Me

This couldn't get any worse than before I could finish my thought process, a old model pick-up truck tried to hit me! OMG, who in the hell was that. I needed to get some answers around here and I knew just the person to call. Mrs. Penny was the town gossip, she new the ends and outs of this town. See she lived in this town her whole life, daddy was the major back than. So I took out my cell to call her with my fingers crossed. Sure enough she answered the phone with this kind of motherly voice, I felt comfortable instantly and begin to ask her did she know I just got of jail. To my surprise she didn't know, before I could begin to tell my side of the story, she starts crying talking about she has been waiting on the cable guy 3 days now and blah blah blah. I knew I would regret it later down the line, might as well hell I just saw my mug shot on the damn news, plus she would find out sooner than later. Twenty minutes later I had explained everything that happen . Her response was, oh Jessi you wouldn't hurt a fly than she cruckles. I told her I had to go, we said our goodbyes we hung up. I was back at square one. How did I get blamed for this, and I who hates that much to lie. Think Jess Think who had it out for me. Did I piss anyone off or cause trouble after thinking I started to cry.

I haven't been the best neighbor lately. Matter of fact my attitude is down right nasty. OMG what have I done? This is a type of payback or get back for every nasty thing I've ever done in this town. I mean some were pranks but damn was I that bad to pin murder on . I was totally freaking loss, no clue who was behind this criminals actions. Cold blooded murder at that. Nobody's know nothin. how was they killed, I mean God he help me out here. The police were even acting funny and being top secret. Because of my past behaviors I been framed for not one murder but 109 bodies. Anybody can take one look at me laugh and see I don't have the physical strength to even lift or pick up another human being. It's time to take this to a whole different level. This shit has made headline news my boss said

yelling so loud I think I lost my hearing. See he too beat death for the time being. The owner of the Race Stadium Richard King. He paid for my our lawyers, not because he thought we were innocent, it was because he could stand to make a pretty penny for World News was all he could hear. I yelled back cut the crap King, something don't sit to right with me about this whole thing, and they way your acting. Did they even question you. Of course they did, at my home the morning of the news. And, and, what I checked out with flying colors. What are you say Kings, Oh silly fool I had an alibi. Don't you have an alibi. Something snapped when he told me how good the police treated him, and how I been a murder suspect since they first laid eyes on me. This you say anything to them about me or my crew? No no no, why would I do that? Well did they say my name or bring me up? No, why do you keep asking me such things, because I... than I stopped before I knew it I had switched my story, because we are the only living team. I mean why were we left alive? that doesn't seem the least bit strange to you? King replied when you been living in this kind of business we're in nothing seem strange anymore. Nothing does. I didn't know what he meant and I left him carry on. Yeah Jessi darling I been owner of that race track for over 30 years, and before that my father, and before than my grandfather. It has it's goods but it has its trouble too, Now weather your strong enough to make it through was on you. Ok well thanks Mr. King for the lawyers and everything. We will pay you back once all this blows over. Don't worry I dont want any payment. Just be careful and if you see anything out the way, call your local police department. Alight now Jessi keep me posted, as you young folks say. Goodbye. I was left even more confused than before. The man a way with his words. Its like he was an police himself they way he outlined and laid it out for me to be reeled in by his way of things. I put the phone on the table, went a grabbed a Bud Lite and replayed the entire conversation over and over until I found my first clue.