Chapter Eleven
I sat in the cold interrogation room. It felt like I had been in there for hours on end. Everywhere I looked I saw four concrete walls. To my left was nothing but another door and to my right was a window, but it was barricaded. Behind me were two more windows identical to the one on my right.

In front of me was the glass window. I couldn't stand looking at it. All I saw was my reflection. My red paint looked like a mess and my blue eyes were bloodshot from crying only moments ago. I couldn't see through the window, but I knew they were behind it watching my every move.

I stared into my eyes, shaming myself for what I was. Whatever I did just ruined Dad's chances of winning. Now he would be off the walls freaking out about me and not focusing on his race. Not only that, the press would be bashing him restlessly about me. They would be talking about the disgrace I had brought to the McQueen name.

The door opened up, revealing Detective Spinner and Detective Bellhousing. They slammed the door behind them, their eyes hardening as they locked with mine. "Stella, how's it going?" Spinner asked as he paced around me.

"I've been better." I replied as Bellhousing parked in front of me.

"Yeah, sitting in this room can really mess with your mind, can't it?" Bellhousing smiled, her sarcasm thick. I narrowed my eyes at her, feeling my anger beginning to rise.

"Why am I here?" I questioned.

"I don't know, Stella. You tell me." Spinner fired back, now glaring into my blue eyes with his.

"I don't know. I haven't done anything wrong!" I shouted, making him scoff and begin to drive around me again. "Tell me what I did that I needed to be cuffed and interrogated."

"How about racing on a professional track for one. You've been sabotaging other racers for your dad's personal gain." Bellhousing rambled off. I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head.

"What? No!"

"Let's see, what else has she done, El?" Bellhousing smirked, looking to Detective Spinner. He grinned, stopping close to me.

"How about starting your training at the age of three?"

"How is that illegal?" I exclaimed, shocked that that was even a crime. "Don't you think Jackson Storm has been training since he was a toddler? Plus, I wasn't training! My dad and Doc were just spending time with me."

"Spending time with you?" Spinner repeated as he began to move around again. I kept my eyes on him, watching him cruise back and forth.

"Yes! Besides, this is the first time in over a decade I've even practiced with my dad!" I argued, shaking my head.

"You know, Stella, I find that very hard to believe." Bellhousing spat, making me turn back around. I scoffed, confused why they wouldn't listen to me.

"What?" I cried, my voice slightly cracking. "Why would I lie about training, let alone to to the cops?" I shouted.

"Stella. Ya know, that's a very pretty name. Do you know what that means?" Spinner asked from behind me, suddenly changing the subject.

"No." I grumbled.

"Liv, do you know the answer?" He added, making Bellhousing softly smile as she looked into my blue eyes.

"Ya know, Elliot, I actually do know. It means star." Bellhousing grinned, batting her brown eyes at me.

"Hmm. What a strange coincidence, Stella," Spinner stated as he stood close to me again, trying to intimidate me, which sadly, it was working. "Or should we call you Superstar?"

"After all, your parents must have named you Stella for a reason," Bellhousing reasoned. "Spinner, do you think it has something to do with racing?" She asked.

"Actually, Olivia, I do," he replied. I could hear the smirk growing on his face. "Maybe it's because her mommy and daddy knew she would become a racing star in her father's place."

"No! That's not true! My parents want me to make my own path!" I defended. I couldn't believe they thought that about my family. Mom and Dad both wanted me to be happy in life. They weren't going to force me into the racing career.

"Please, Stella. Don't keep lying to us. We knew that you've been training for this race! We have evidence!" Bellhousing fired back.

"You're wrong!" I argued. "You're all wrong about my parents and the accusations made against me." I added, pressure beginning to build behind my blue eyes.

"We're wrong?" Spinner questioned, his voice rising a few octaves. "No, no. You obviously hasn't seen your parents on tv." He added as he pulled out a tv.

"W-what are you talking out?" I stuttered, watching him turn it on. Immediately, I recognized Dad.

"Just watch." Bellhousing commanded, moving out of the way so that I could see the whole scene.

"The rookie sensation came into the season unknown. But everyone knows him now!" Bob Cutlass explained as I watched a younger version of Dad on the screen. "The legend, the runner up, and the rookie! Three cars! One champion!" He cheered.

Spinner fast forwarded the race to the ending, an ending that I knew by heart. I watched as Dad skidded across the finish line, his tongue causing him to tie with Chick Hicks and The King.

But Spinner didn't stop until it was at the press conference. I had never seen this one before. I didn't even know it existed. Dad had a smug grin on his face as he was getting his tires changed and interviewed. "We're here in Victory Lane, awaiting the race results. McQueen, that was quite a risky move, not taking tires," Kori stated as Dad's crew shouted answers in the background. "Are you sorry you don't have a crew chief out there?"

Dad laughed, his face turning into someone I didn't know. He looked nothing like my father. "Oh, Kori. There's a lot more to racing than just winning. I mean, taking the race by a full lap... Where's the entertainment in that? No, no, no... I wanted to give folks a little sizzle."

"Sizzle?" Someone questioned in the background.

"Am I sorry I don't have a crew chief? No, I'm not. 'Cause I'm a one-man show." Dad fired back. Suddenly, I could feel the tears streaming down my face. That wasn't my dad. That was somebody I didn't know.

"That was a very confident Lightning McQueen. Coming to you live from Victory Lane, I'm Kori Turbowitz." Kori ended, fading off into the background.

"Turn it off." I mumbled, wiping away my tears.

"Oh, but we're just getting to the good part, Stella." Bellhousing grinned. I shook my head, not wanting to watch anymore.

"Yo, Chuck. What are you doing? You're blocking the camera! Everyone wants to see the bolt." Dad shouted. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch, but Spinner turned up the volume.

"What?" Someone questioned.

"Now, back away." Dad spat. I opened my eyes, watching him grin at the camera while his crew fumed in the background.

"Ahh! That's it. Come on, guys." One of them commanded, making the rest of them follow him away from Dad.

"Whoa, team! Where ya goin'?" Dad asked.

"We quit, Mr. One-Man Show!" They fired back at him, anger present on their faces and voices. This Lightning McQueen was the person my father warned me about. Did he really used to be like this?

"Oh, OK, leave. Fine. Hahaha. How will I ever find anyone else who knows how to fill me up with gas?" Dad replied, rolling his eyes as the newscasters and cameramen laughed in the background. "Adios, Chuck!" Dad taunted, a smirk present on his face.

"And my name is not Chuck!" They shouted back in the distance.

"Oh, whatever." Dad scoffed, making the crowd around him laugh again.

"Okay. You can turn it off now. I get it!" I cried, not wanting to look them in the eyes. Spinner turned it off, cruising towards my side.

"And you already know what happens next," he whispered as I tried to hold in my sobs. "Daddy doesn't get the Piston Cup. He wasn't the first rookie. So he made sure his daughter would be." He added, his voice deadly soft.

I looked down, my tears fall to the ground. Was this true? Was this all some big plan?

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