Legado | 𝑫.𝑹

Part 17

Emilia tried to hide in the McLaren garage but she was found and dragged to the FIA's office. Like physically dragged - Helmut Marko had her by the collar as he pulled her through the paddock.

"Lousy little girl." Helmut mutters. "Get in."

"Don't fucking manhandle me." Emilia sighs.

Christian closed the door behind them and Emilia was half-shoved into one of the chairs and she scooted it right back away from the FIA members and the two Red Bull directors, leg bouncing as she felt herself get more and more uncomfortable.

The FIA didn't like her.

This wouldn't end well.

The entire time, Emilia was addressed as though she were a child. Her leg wouldn't stop bouncing, she kept biting in her bottom lip and ringing her hands together, her gaze stayed on the floor the entire time, anxious tics leaving her body in an array of places. Emilia couldn't stop thinking about how Helmut had manhandled her, the way he had grabbed her wrist and then changed his grip to her shirt, how he had shoved her into the room and then into the chair.

"You were stealing information." Helmut says to her.

"I wasn't." Emilia mutters. "You can ask anyone."

"It's what you should expect from woman anyways."

"Fuck sake."

"Emilia," she scoffed at the tone of the FIA director. "You know what I'm going to say."

Emilia's neck ticked as she looked up at him, her gaze was hard and if looks could kill, the three would be under the ground. She stormed out of that room and out into the paddock, hands shaking in anger as she slammed the door behind her.

She just wanted to go home and shower.

So she did.

Daniel
Emily? Where'd you go?

Lewis
Em?
Everyone is worried about you

Seb
Who am I killing?!
Em if he touched you...

Charles
Emmy?

Max
Why is Helmut smirking?

Fernando
Zac wants to know why the FIA are calling him
Emilia what happened?

Emilia sat on the edge of her bed, head in her hands and knee bouncing up and down as her brain replayed the different ways that Helmut had grabbed onto her to get her to the FIA's office and the words that had been spoken in that meeting.

Her phone kept buzzing on the floor where it had dropped from her hand, the screen shattered from the angle that it had hit the floor at when it fell.

She was so distracted in her own mind that she didn't know how long had passed.

When Lewis Hamilton managed to get into Emilia Senna's room, he knew immediately something bad had happened and even more as he walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder only for her to jump away from him.

"SEB!" Lewis' eyes widen and he rushes out of the room in search for the German.

Sebastian was so frantic to get to Emilia that he fell over when he skidded into the room. He gathers himself from the floor, walking over to her and squats down before her.

"Em," Sebastian whispers. "Hey, look at me."

Her eyes unglossed as he grabbed her hands in his, rubbing his thumbs across the back of her hands.

"Hey, hey." He was quick to stand up and hold her when she folded against him crying, looking over his shoulder at Lewis. The two of them sharing a look.

"Em, what happened?" Sebastian asks.

The shouting of Lewis had attracted the other drivers and when Charles appeared, Max and Pierre had to push him back so that he didn't see Emilia in the state that she was in.

"Em, did he grab you again?" Sebastian asks.

She just nodded.

"LEWIS! GET KIMI! WE HAVE SOMEONE TO KILL!"

"No, Seb. No, no, no." Emilia begs, tugging his arm as he tried to leave the room. "Don't go, please."

"Can I leave you with Daniel?" Sebastian asks. "Daniel's okay isn't he?"

"No Seb, you can't do anything."

"Why? What did he say to you, Em?"

"It doesn't matter."

Daniel walked into the room and came over to Emilia who let her anxiousness disappear when the happy Australian pulled her into his arms.

Sebastian snuck out of the room.

"No, no, no! SEBASTIAN!"

"Em shh, it's okay."

"No, it's not. It's not. He can't go and do anything."

"Emily, speak English darling."

Emilia took a few breaths before she rubbed at her face with her hands. Standing up and pacing around before Daniel came up to her and encased her in his arms. Emilia tried to fight, she tried to break free from his grip but eventually ended up giving in.

Down at the paddock, Sebastian, Lewis, Kimi, Fernando and Jenson (he'd appeared from nowhere but was more than willing to help) stormed towards the FIA building - surprisingly with the Finnish man leading the pack.

Kimi burst into the room, walking straight up to the desk and slamming his hands against it.

"Your really going to sit here and accept the fact someone just manhandled a driver!?"

"Kimi-"

"No Seb. It's fucking stupid and it's not even the first time it's happened!"

"Helmut manhandled no one."

"Tell that to the bruised and traumatised driver."

"Kimi English."

"Fucking idiots."

"Fernando, English."

"Mein Gott I'm so sick of the FIA and their shit."

"WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE SPEAKING FUCKING ENGLISH?!"

After screaming at the FIA for a bit and trying to get Kimi to stop speaking Finnish - which failed miserably by the way. They rushed back to the hotel only to find Emilia asleep in the arms of Daniel.

"What happened?" The Aussie questions.

"Helmut just did what he wants, as per usual." Lewis sighs.

"Kimi is stuck in Finnish, we need Valtteri to translate." Sebastian adds.

"Right, I'll be back." Lewis nods.

Kimi wandered over to the bed, staying silent since he was so angry about what had happened that he couldn't get his brain out of speaking Finnish. He then shook Emilia awake, the woman rubbing the sleep from her eyes as Lewis returned with Valtteri.

"Hey, it's only us." Kimi whispers, seeing her jump.

"And the Finnish is gone." Lewis laughs.

Kimi embraced Emilia and she settled in his arms.

"Em, can we see the marks?" He asks.

"Mhm." She nods.

Sitting up, Daniel grabbed his phone to photograph the marks that Helmut Marko had left on Emilia's skin before the topic was dropped altogether and they left her with Daniel, since the Aussie had been the one to make her fall asleep in the first place.