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from nerves. I always got excited before a race. The anticipation built up as the adrenaline flooded my system, but I was never nervous.
I forced my shoulders back and tried to look more confident. I had to get it over with. It wasn’t helping to just stand there, staring at the machine.
I climbed inside and sank down into the leather seat. The smell of the new leather engulfed me and the blinking lights on the dashboard in front of me seemed to blur in front of my eyes. There were so many different buttons. I tried to familiarize myself with them.
“Okay, Jack. Here we go,” Dominic said. He reached inside and pressed a button on the dashboard that made the lid begin to close.
In a matter of seconds, I would be sealed off from the room. I caught Kristina’s eye just before the lid closed. She looked worried and I hated it. It should be the other way around. It should be me worrying about her.
As the darkness enveloped me and the lid finally closed, I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my back. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of the machine. I couldn’t breathe properly. I put my hands on the steering wheel and forced myself to relax. I had done this so many times before, I could do it again.
The screen in front of me flickered to life and the program started up. In front of me an incredibly realistic image of the Monaco track appeared on the screen. It even showed the nose of the car and the two front wheels. I gripped the wheel hard. It was so realistic.
As the lights on the grid changed, I accelerated hard and the car moved away swiftly. The simulator even vibrated to match the sensation of what driving on the track would actually feel like.
It was too much.
Everything was too realistic .
Sweat was pouring off me now and it was stinging my eyes. As I reached the first corner, I turned too late and I could feel the car slide underneath me.
It was ridiculous. I knew it wasn’t real. I knew that it was a simulator, but it brought everything back to me. It brought back all my memories of the crash.
I couldn’t do it. I needed to get out of there.
I took my hands off the wheel and turned to the door, but I couldn’t find the release catch.
I fumbled wildly, trying to get out. “Open the door,” I yelled.
I could hear Dominic’s muffled voice from the other side of the simulator. He was telling me to calm down.
“Open the goddamn door! If you don’t, I’ll rip it off or kick it down.”
I had to get out of there. Where the hell was the release button?
The sudden appearance of bright artificial light flooding over me as the door opened made me blink.
Dominic was looking at me with a puzzled expression, and Kristina looked absolutely horrified. I pulled myself up and started to climb out of the machine, but my strength was zapped and my legs felt so weak.
I knew my legs were shaking, but I was damned if I was going to ask for any help in front of Dominic.
We hadn’t brought the crutches either because I’d been coping so well without them recently. I managed to climb out by leaning heavily on the machine and then I moved towards the exit.
Kristina followed me. “Jack, are you okay? You look so pale.”
I turned and saw a smirk on Dominic’s face. I wanted to punch him. I hated myself for being so weak.
I opened the door and we headed out into the corridor, leaving Dominic behind.
“I’m sorry,” Kristina whispered as she reached out to hold my hand.
“It’s not your fault,” I managed to choke out.
I could feel her hand warm in mine as she led me along the corridor. I couldn’t even remember which direction we had come from. My head was such a mess.
“Do you need me to do anything, or get you anything?” she asked when we finally reached the exit to the garage.
We headed out into the sunlight.
“Let’s just go home,” I said.
13
Kristina
Jack barely spoke on the way back to the car, and I didn’t know what to do. I knew he had a major freak out when
I forced my shoulders back and tried to look more confident. I had to get it over with. It wasn’t helping to just stand there, staring at the machine.
I climbed inside and sank down into the leather seat. The smell of the new leather engulfed me and the blinking lights on the dashboard in front of me seemed to blur in front of my eyes. There were so many different buttons. I tried to familiarize myself with them.
“Okay, Jack. Here we go,” Dominic said. He reached inside and pressed a button on the dashboard that made the lid begin to close.
In a matter of seconds, I would be sealed off from the room. I caught Kristina’s eye just before the lid closed. She looked worried and I hated it. It should be the other way around. It should be me worrying about her.
As the darkness enveloped me and the lid finally closed, I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my back. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of the machine. I couldn’t breathe properly. I put my hands on the steering wheel and forced myself to relax. I had done this so many times before, I could do it again.
The screen in front of me flickered to life and the program started up. In front of me an incredibly realistic image of the Monaco track appeared on the screen. It even showed the nose of the car and the two front wheels. I gripped the wheel hard. It was so realistic.
As the lights on the grid changed, I accelerated hard and the car moved away swiftly. The simulator even vibrated to match the sensation of what driving on the track would actually feel like.
It was too much.
Everything was too realistic .
Sweat was pouring off me now and it was stinging my eyes. As I reached the first corner, I turned too late and I could feel the car slide underneath me.
It was ridiculous. I knew it wasn’t real. I knew that it was a simulator, but it brought everything back to me. It brought back all my memories of the crash.
I couldn’t do it. I needed to get out of there.
I took my hands off the wheel and turned to the door, but I couldn’t find the release catch.
I fumbled wildly, trying to get out. “Open the door,” I yelled.
I could hear Dominic’s muffled voice from the other side of the simulator. He was telling me to calm down.
“Open the goddamn door! If you don’t, I’ll rip it off or kick it down.”
I had to get out of there. Where the hell was the release button?
The sudden appearance of bright artificial light flooding over me as the door opened made me blink.
Dominic was looking at me with a puzzled expression, and Kristina looked absolutely horrified. I pulled myself up and started to climb out of the machine, but my strength was zapped and my legs felt so weak.
I knew my legs were shaking, but I was damned if I was going to ask for any help in front of Dominic.
We hadn’t brought the crutches either because I’d been coping so well without them recently. I managed to climb out by leaning heavily on the machine and then I moved towards the exit.
Kristina followed me. “Jack, are you okay? You look so pale.”
I turned and saw a smirk on Dominic’s face. I wanted to punch him. I hated myself for being so weak.
I opened the door and we headed out into the corridor, leaving Dominic behind.
“I’m sorry,” Kristina whispered as she reached out to hold my hand.
“It’s not your fault,” I managed to choke out.
I could feel her hand warm in mine as she led me along the corridor. I couldn’t even remember which direction we had come from. My head was such a mess.
“Do you need me to do anything, or get you anything?” she asked when we finally reached the exit to the garage.
We headed out into the sunlight.
“Let’s just go home,” I said.
13
Kristina
Jack barely spoke on the way back to the car, and I didn’t know what to do. I knew he had a major freak out when
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