Sunday, July 7 – Daytona International Speedway
Chase slowly opens his eyes, taking a couple deep breathes, as he glances around the room. He was honestly surprised to see just his father there, but not surprised in a couple additional cords.
“Did I freak out that bad?” He questions, remembering a couple of the small details.
“It wasn’t pretty, but it wasn’t the worse,” Bill comments, trying to keep things as gentle as possible. He wasn’t sure what direction Chase would take things next. “It’s protocol when they give you an anesthetic to monitor key vitals, according to Dr. Grayson.”
“Did Dr. Grayson get everything that she needed?” Chase was hoping that’d be the case, not wanting to relive that experience once again.
“Yeah, she says the video that Sarina has is clear and precise. There’s nothing that warrants any further concerns, so it’s exactly what you thought – in just being pinched.” Chase nods his head, sigh of relief involuntarily escaping. That was one hurdle out of the way.
“How’s Sarina?” Bill didn’t want to touch too much in that, knowing the reaction that she had as a result of everything that happened. But, he knew he couldn’t lie as he owed it to both of them to be honest and helpful here.
“She’s torn up. She’s taking full blame in causing it, feels absolutely terrible in watching you go through that and unable to help you. She was pretty upset. That’s why I got her to go sit calmly with Abigail while we waited for you to wake up.” Chase glances down, feeling bad immediately as he couldn’t imagine the shoe being on the other foot. Actually, he knew what it felt like in not being able to help her when she was attacked.
“I feel terrible….” He then takes a deep breath as he looks over at his dad. “I tried to do what I could to snap out of it, but the images and feelings were just so real that I couldn’t shake it. They just got more vivid, and real, and by the time I realized what I was trapped in, it was too late.” Bill reaches out, squeezing Chase’s hand a little.
“It’s okay, we understand given everything that you’ve both been through. Everybody understands, and nobody is mad at yo-”
“Do you think Sarina will let it go?” Bill nods his head without hesitation.
“Once she knows that you’re okay and you’re not angry with her, absolutely. She just felt bad because of being the cause with what she was told to do.” Chase felt some guilt in that, as it was his belief that he’d be okay that pushed that plan forward.
“I thought I could handle it. I thought I could handle my own wife touching me, and not think about anything. But I was wrong…” Chase glances down as he shakes his head. “Sometimes I think we’re ready to move forward, take the next step, forget what happened. Then it just slaps me in the face harder than I could’ve realized. Will I ever be able to have a day without that?”
“Yes, you will. It’s just going to take time, and finding your way through. But I know that both you, and Sarina will be okay.” Chase gives his dad a slight smile of approval.
The process from there did not take long. Dr. Grayson entered the room, noting that everything looked good from the video and there were no issues with vitals. With strict instructions to take it easy for the rest of the night, he was able to go without issue. He also gave the proper statement to her boss in detail as to what happened, almost thankful himself that there’d be measures coming for Dr. Lewis.
With everything taken care of, Sarina was the last to enter the bedsroom, sitting down beside him in the end. It was only mere seconds before he had reached over to clasp her hand with his own.
“I’m sorry I scared you, but it’s not your fault,” he tells her, leaning in for a kiss. “I love you, I appreciate you, and I know that you’re my rock. Do not take the blame for what happened, or feel bad. I’m fine.” She slowly nods her head, trying to erase the feelings that she had mere moments ago.
“It surprised me, shocked me…” She reasons, to which he nods his head, accepting.
“I know, it came over me a lot of faster than I imagined. But we’re okay. It’s dealt with.” He then takes a deep breath, thinking over his conversation with his dad. “I just need to find a way to handle it better so I do not panic so bad. That’ll come, I hope.”
“No matter what, I’ll be by your side. I love you, forever and always Clyde.” She then leans in for a kiss of her own.
Thursday, July 11 – Kentucky Speedway
Sarina glances at herself in the mirror, smiling as she glances over the firesuit. She loved the reason for doing it in raising awareness about Nationwide’s Children’s hospital. She’d always loved Dale’s skeleton gloves, and was honored to wear a pair of her own this weekend to raise money through the auction.
Though she also couldn’t complain about the colors of the suit and the car, as they were perfect together – even though she never would’ve guessed loving butterflies on the car. Then again, there was a special butterfly that remained on the car every single weekend.
“It doesn’t matter how you look in the suit, or whether it makes you look pretty – although you look pretty no matter what you’re wearing,” she hears and smiles, recognizing the voice immediately. “All that matters is that you’re fast.”
“Well, for your information Mr. Bell, I can confirm my Chevrolet is indeed fast,” she replies with a glance towards Christopher, referencing the fact that she was seventh in the first practice.
“You just wish that you were as fast as I am, though.” She then rolls her eyes, knowing that he had topped the session.
“Maybe you can share some of those speed secrets with me.” He shakes his head no as he crosses his arms. “For the record, though, this is my favorite paint scheme of the season.”
“I will admit that they did a nice job with it.” She then grabs a bottle of water, tossing one in his direction, before cracking the top on another. “So I still want to let you know that both myself and Keith are interested in getting you out in a midget for some fun.”
“Oh, so I have your car owner’s permission now?” She questions, not realizing Christopher had talked to Keith Kunz.
“Actually, you have both Keith and Kevin’s permission, respectively. We just need to convince Da-”
“Kelley. She’s the boss when it comes to this department.” Christopher nods his head, not surprised in knowing Kelley ran the day-to-day business at JR Motorsports. “I say that we go with the midget, and perhaps convince her on the sprint car later.”
“I’m not going to argue as I think once you and Chase try the midget, you’ll be hooked on dirt.” Sarina knew how much Chase wanted to join her, and drive one for himself. She also knew how much Brad Sweet and Kasey got him interested on the sprint car.
“As I’ve been telling you – name the time and place, and I’ll be there.” Christopher knew he had heard that a couple of times, but it seemed things kept falling through.
“I’ll give Keith another call, and see when he’s available within their schedule to set something up. Then I can call you, and give you the available dates to check on your calendar. At least it should be easier now.” Sarina knew what Christopher was referencing, a feeling that she was thankful for as she didn’t want to have to return to another court room for a long time.
“Easier, and a good break from everything else.” Christopher looks over, slightly intrigued. “Just because that’s over, it doesn’t mean that everything else is. We’re both still dealing with the after effects. Chase had a panic attack last week, and I woke up twice this week with nightmares.” Christopher glances down, feeling terrible immediately.
“I keep asking myself what could’ve been. What if I wouldn’t had wasted the little bit of time I did? What if Morgan would’ve fixed her hair faster? What if I would’ve been able to find my shoes? The mere seconds, minutes that I was later getting to your plac-”
“Christopher, just stop, please. It’s not your fault, just like it’s not Chase’s fault for not being there. It’s a matter of Carter’s fault for wanting to do something so disgusting that I can never forgive him for doing, just like it’s Alison’s fault for going after Chase. No matter how you try and spin it, you cannot remove that. So do not take the blame, do not ask those questions, as I do not fault you one bit.” Christopher appreciated the vote of confidence from her, but that didn’t change anything.
“I still wish that I could’ve protected you.” Sarina wished for the same, but knew that wouldn’t change what happened.
“Hey, least be thankful that you were there for me – again. I wouldn’t been able to move forward either that afternoon, or the night at the cabin, without you there to help me. Be thankful that you could do what you could.” The comment brought a small smile to Christopher’s face.
“I couldn’t let something happen to you. I had to have someone’s ass to pick on and kick.” Sarina just rolls her eyes in disbelief as they share a quick hug. “You’re going to make it through, by the way. I know how strong you are, and I know how strong Chase is. It’s going to be okay.”
“I know….”
Following the second practice, where Sarina showed even more speed as she was ranked fourth overall, she met up with Lindsay and the Blaney gals to look through images from the wedding.
“So did you guys do anything special that night?” Sarina questions, referencing to last Thursday. The question immediately brings a shake of the head from Lindsay. “What about this past week?”
“We decided to put off the honeymoon to the off-week,” Lindsay answers, referencing the week off that the Cup Series got to enjoy at the end of August. Sarina knew that her and Chase couldn’t enjoy the same luxury, as she was racing in Road America that weekend.
“Are you planning on going anywhere special?” Erin questions, knowing that her brother liked to travel during past off-weekends. It was a good way to break away from the stress and everything before the playoffs.
“We honestly haven’t discussed that, and I don’t know if I’d want to travel. I mean, I’m going to be having a baby in just a couple months. Thankfully, everything has gone well with this pregnancy as well as the first, but I don’t want to risk anything.” Sarina understood where Lindsay was coming from, thanks to her own past experience. She also couldn’t wait for the second Blaney baby to arrive in November, given how cute Evelyn was.
“Are you going to find out what you’re having?” Sarina questions, trying to get ideas for the baby shower that she knew would be coming forth in the plans. She was surprised that she hadn’t gotten discussing with Ryan’s sisters yet.
“To be honest, Ryan and I like the idea of the surprise. Personally, I’d love to have a boy for one of each, but I know no matter what I am going to be happy.” The other ladies couldn’t argue with that comment as they were each excited, despite Emma’s initial reservations. “I’m just glad that everything went off smoothly with the wedding. I was so scared that we’d get one of those freak Florida rain storms right in the middle of the ceremony.”
“That would’ve been a disaster,” Erin comments, echoing everyone’s thoughts. “But hey, you looked amazing – absolutely glowing, and Ryan looked quite good himself. Actually, no matter what photo I look at from the photographer, everybody looks great.”
“That’s why I can’t decide which photos to get printed, so I called you ladies,” Lindsay comments in reference to their meeting that night.
“Well, you have to get this photo printed,” Emma suggests, pointing to an image of Lindsay and Ryan sitting together, with Evelyn in Ryan’s lap. “It’s the perfect beach family photo.”
“You also need one of those perfect make-out shots from the alter,” Sarina adds, flipping back to the previous screen of images. “By the way, I can’t believe that Ryan through that dig in right in the middle of the ceremony.”
“I’m not surprised,” Erin comments, catching everyone’s attention. “Those boys have had that crazy odd bromance for a long time now. It actually really doesn’t surprise anybody that they married cousins, essentially.”
“It’s amazing how that happened, though. We got separated, but yet they brought us together and we both found love in the process. It’s almost like destiny.” Erin glances between the girls as the comment brought a smile to her face.
“Do you ever think about the rest of your family?” An immediate look of horror forms on Sarina’s face, matching the laughter from Lindsay. “I guess that isn’t the direction that we should be go…”
“Trust me, you do not want to get involved with our family. it’s the wrong mix of insanity and criminology together.” Sarina had already learned her lesson, thanks to her brother and Shelley.
“Alright, what photo should we go with next?” Lindsay questions, trying to get the topic back on-hand. She knew discussing family wasn’t something that Sarina would be even remotely interested in doing.
Friday, July 12 – Kentucky Speedway
“I don’t know what you want me to tell you,” Chase comments following the first practice. “It seems no matter what we do here, we just suck.” Alan wasn’t surprised by the comment, knowing how much Kentucky didn’t seem to get along with Chase’s driving style.
“I know you’re not a big fan, but let’s not throw in the towel quite yet,” Alan tries to bring him back around with a confidence boost, seeing them ranked 14th on the charts. “We’re at least in the top-20 right now. That’s got to be progress.”
“It doesn’t feel too bad, but it’s still not that handle that I want. I mean, it’s closer to what I have been looking for here than year’s past. I want to say snug in the center, but that may be even off a bit.” Alan glances over his notes from the session, thinking back to each run that they made.
“That comment is along the lines of what you mentioned the second run. So what if we take the set-up from the second run, tweak on it a bit, and then go qualifying trim in the second session?” Chase nods his head, accepting. As long as the crew chief was slightly happy, that was better than their previous attitudes. “Now, is everything cool after last week?”
“Are you talking about the wreck, or the panic attack?” Alan was initially talking about the wreck, but he wouldn’t pass up a chance to get Chase to open up a bit.
“Both, I guess.” Chase takes a deep breath, as it still bothered him that he freaked out that much over the smallest thing.
“I’m fine, and I knew that I was going to be fine. I mean, you know yourself as you’re a guy.” Alan nods his head, having unfortunately felt that similar pain. “The panic attack was simply a realization of how far I still have to go from what happened.”
“Have you talked to anyone about everything?” Chase nods his head, remembering that very conversation on Wednesday.
“I still go for my weekly sessions, and I brought that up to my therapist. He tried to explain to me that it was simply part of the process, easily understandable given what happened. He then said we needed to work at finding strategies or talking about the right factors to make those moments either. It’s the same thing that he’s said about everything else. I tried to put it in the same bank, but I can admit that I am more freaked about that than say the nightmares or anything els-”
“And that’s okay to admit, given what happened. Chase, being stuck in your own thoughts and frights within your own body, that’d scare the crap out of anyone. So I don’t fault for feeling that way. I’m just glad that you’re taking the steps in addressing what happened.” Chase had heard that comment from everyone – glad that he was talking, glad that he was handling it his way. However, it felt as though he was facing mission impossible at times.
“Sarina and I also briefly talked about it, and finding that understanding that we won’t go down that route – or a similar path – until we’re both comfortable and ready. Just as much as I am going through, she’s probably got it 10 times worse. She woke me up twice this week with nightmares. I just laid there, cuddling her, letting her cry it out, but at the same time punching myself in the gut for what happ-”
“It’s not your fau-”
“I know that, you know that, she knows that, and the facts state that. But I can’t help but feel terrible for what she went through. Nobody should have to go through what she did.” Alan places a hand on Chase’s shoulder.
“And the same goes for you, too.” Chase glances down, having also heard those words so many times.
“If you want to know the truth, I can feel that I am making progress. I also can see that she’s making progress. But it’s going to take longer than we both envisioned, and truthfully, I don’t know if she’ll fully ever get over what happened.”