𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙤 - Arthur Leclerc

𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧

this chapter will explain some parts of last one, so, again
TW: violence, blood

𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳

I was on my way to the next race, in Spain. I always loved how the Spanish fans welcomed the drivers there, a passion that made every driver feel like at home, no matter if it was very far away.

As I waited for my plane, I scrolled through Instagram, at the same time that I got a notification, that made me feel, some kind of tingly, in a sense.

"Instagram: @callmestella_3 started following you"

A smile formed in my face involuntarily, but it was, a nice feeling, that's for sure.

After I arrived to Spain, I went towards a car, that was waiting for me, with both my teammates, Ollie and Dennis, and also Ollie's engineer, firstly since he was the youngest out of the three, and also because someone had to be there to keep an eye on us, since we were kinda some crazy minds.

—Helloooo -I said, as I entered the van-

— Hey Arthur, late as always heh? -Paul said cheekily, his Italian accent prominent-

— Mate, I'm not always late.. - I replied-

— But almost! -Dennis laughed, 2hile Ollie agreed with a nod-

20 minutes later, and after we arrived to the hotel we were going to be for the week, we had to stop to sign stuff for a handful of fans that were waiting there, for god knows how much time, but I actually enjoyed it.

Then, we were able to chill in our rooms, or, how it turned out to be recently, all three in one of the rooms.

—Ollie, is Eleanor coming to the race? -i asked, since he told us at the end of last year that he had a girlfriend-

—She is actually, last time we talked she told she was boarding the plane, so yeah -she said, always with a huge grin, every time she talked about, it felt like he was on a highlight-

—Mate you're really in love with her... -i sighed, knowing perfectly well that I was alone, the only one of the trio without girlfriend-

—Hey, it's not my fault that you're single as a Pringle Arthur!

And he was true, but I had this strange feeling I couldn't register since that first day I heard about my neighbor, but I couldn't even think what that was.

Monday.

This week is a pretty special one for my family. It is the Monaco GP, argueably the most important event of the city, and already the streets were more packed than usual, the barriers and grandstands were already installed, the teams' trailers stated to arrive.

I was chilling in my apartment, probably around 10am, I had woken up not that long ago, when, all of the sudden, I started hearing noises across my door, and followed by loud screams in Italian.

Next thing I hear, a feminine voice praying for help, in french, before a very big, loud, breaking noise shut it up.

I setup out of my apartment, still on my old shirt and shorts I use to sleep, to try and figure out what was going on, when I see that the breaking noise came from the door of my new neighbor, it being prayed open, fully unhinged, and as I peeked inside, I couldn't take what I saw.