things weren’t adding up. Between Paul, my crazy dad and now this
inventory, it did nothing for my mood.
Sway came
walking in right after that, upset with Emma about something I couldn’t exactly
pinpoint what had her angry only that she was mad. I was already riled up from
the penalties handed down from NASCAR yesterday that I only heard half of what
she had told me.
Sway stood
there looking to me for a response when I asked, “What?” to a question I hadn’t
heard.
“Jameson ... you, oh never mind.”
Here came
my temper. My fist slammed down on the desk I was sitting at knocking over my
cup and a handful of picture frames. “No!” I shouted furiously, “Don’t fucking
do that.”
“Do what?”
she asked just as angry that I had yelled at her.
“Act like this
and not tell me. Don’t do that to me. Tell me what’s wrong. I can’t fix it
unless I know.”
“It’s
nothing you need to fix.” Her tone grew angry. “Besides, you weren’t listening
in the first place.”
“Apparently
it is if you felt the need to mention it and I’m sorry. I was distracted.”
She
smiled. The smile that made it all better but I could tell she was just as worn
out as I was these days. Sway was helping with Axel’s fan club and trying to
get Casten through school. Arie had decided school wasn’t for her so Sway was
trying to make her decide what she wanted to do with her life. Right now that
meant nothing but sleeping until noon every day, tattoos and speeding tickets.
I wasn’t okay with her not going to school. She was sixteen and she needed to
graduate high school. To prove her point and to piss me off, she got her GED.
I’m not
sure why my little girl had turned into such a little rebel but I was sure her
new boyfriend, Brian Tyler, had something to do with it.
All this
was stressing us out to the point we were now yelling at each other. Sighing, I
gazed at the inventory again and then back to Sway.
“You wanna
get away?” Before I even finished the sentence, Sway was nodding in agreement.
The NASCAR
schedule freed up and allowed for yet another week break that summer in between
races, I decided it was time to spend it with my wife and not at a track.
We decided
to make a quick trip to Costa Rico, Sway loved it there. After all the
arrangements were made, we told Casten and Arie, who at fourteen and sixteen
were fully capable of staying alone in the house.
“Where are
you two going?” Casten asked looking at the bags in the foyer.
“Costa
Rico,” I told him. “Stay out of trouble or I’ll ship you off to boarding
school.”
“Sweet,”
he nodded ruffling his thick rusty waves that fell in his eyes. “I was thinking
of having a party.”
“No you
weren’t.”
“Actually,
I was. It’s time I had a house warming party.”
“Nice job,
you ruined it for yourself. I’m staying here.” I sat down on the bags crossing
my arms over my chest. “No party for you.”
Casten
shrugged carelessly, “Your loss really.”
Oh
goddamn him.
In the
end, we ended up going and had Spencer keep an eye on the kids. That was our
first mistake. Our second was allowing Emma and Aiden to come with us.
Despite
that, any time I was alone with my wife, I forgot the rest of the world even
existed. I didn’t think about my obligations, or racing. That’s a lie, I did
think of racing. But I focused more on racing in general and why I loved it so
much. My point was that when I was with Sway, she made me not only focus on her
but the bigger picture of the sport I loved so much.
We flew
commercial and I wasn’t impressed. Over the years I have been forced to fly
commercial a handful or times. Thank god for that. This was definitely one of
those aspects about my life that I would say was bragging rights. I hate
airports and more importantly, their security.
I wasn’t
going to take a bomb on the plane but it didn’t stop them from assuming I was.
I understood their position but they didn’t need to be so
inventory, it did nothing for my mood.
Sway came
walking in right after that, upset with Emma about something I couldn’t exactly
pinpoint what had her angry only that she was mad. I was already riled up from
the penalties handed down from NASCAR yesterday that I only heard half of what
she had told me.
Sway stood
there looking to me for a response when I asked, “What?” to a question I hadn’t
heard.
“Jameson ... you, oh never mind.”
Here came
my temper. My fist slammed down on the desk I was sitting at knocking over my
cup and a handful of picture frames. “No!” I shouted furiously, “Don’t fucking
do that.”
“Do what?”
she asked just as angry that I had yelled at her.
“Act like this
and not tell me. Don’t do that to me. Tell me what’s wrong. I can’t fix it
unless I know.”
“It’s
nothing you need to fix.” Her tone grew angry. “Besides, you weren’t listening
in the first place.”
“Apparently
it is if you felt the need to mention it and I’m sorry. I was distracted.”
She
smiled. The smile that made it all better but I could tell she was just as worn
out as I was these days. Sway was helping with Axel’s fan club and trying to
get Casten through school. Arie had decided school wasn’t for her so Sway was
trying to make her decide what she wanted to do with her life. Right now that
meant nothing but sleeping until noon every day, tattoos and speeding tickets.
I wasn’t okay with her not going to school. She was sixteen and she needed to
graduate high school. To prove her point and to piss me off, she got her GED.
I’m not
sure why my little girl had turned into such a little rebel but I was sure her
new boyfriend, Brian Tyler, had something to do with it.
All this
was stressing us out to the point we were now yelling at each other. Sighing, I
gazed at the inventory again and then back to Sway.
“You wanna
get away?” Before I even finished the sentence, Sway was nodding in agreement.
The NASCAR
schedule freed up and allowed for yet another week break that summer in between
races, I decided it was time to spend it with my wife and not at a track.
We decided
to make a quick trip to Costa Rico, Sway loved it there. After all the
arrangements were made, we told Casten and Arie, who at fourteen and sixteen
were fully capable of staying alone in the house.
“Where are
you two going?” Casten asked looking at the bags in the foyer.
“Costa
Rico,” I told him. “Stay out of trouble or I’ll ship you off to boarding
school.”
“Sweet,”
he nodded ruffling his thick rusty waves that fell in his eyes. “I was thinking
of having a party.”
“No you
weren’t.”
“Actually,
I was. It’s time I had a house warming party.”
“Nice job,
you ruined it for yourself. I’m staying here.” I sat down on the bags crossing
my arms over my chest. “No party for you.”
Casten
shrugged carelessly, “Your loss really.”
Oh
goddamn him.
In the
end, we ended up going and had Spencer keep an eye on the kids. That was our
first mistake. Our second was allowing Emma and Aiden to come with us.
Despite
that, any time I was alone with my wife, I forgot the rest of the world even
existed. I didn’t think about my obligations, or racing. That’s a lie, I did
think of racing. But I focused more on racing in general and why I loved it so
much. My point was that when I was with Sway, she made me not only focus on her
but the bigger picture of the sport I loved so much.
We flew
commercial and I wasn’t impressed. Over the years I have been forced to fly
commercial a handful or times. Thank god for that. This was definitely one of
those aspects about my life that I would say was bragging rights. I hate
airports and more importantly, their security.
I wasn’t
going to take a bomb on the plane but it didn’t stop them from assuming I was.
I understood their position but they didn’t need to be so
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