Tired, I woke up just a few hours later. The sun already lit up my room through the curtains and made me suspect of nice weather. Basically, I didn't care about the weather, I had slept terrible and it was just too early for me in the morning. With this time my father punished me probably harder than with other things like taking away mobile phones, and he knew that too. If you went through the night, such times as half past seven were perfectly fine, but as soon as you dawned only a second it became a torment.
After I managed to shower without getting the plaster wet, I tried to make up. Just stupid that I was right-handed and of course I had boxed against the wall with that hand. My left hand was just on my body, I couldn't do anything with it. The hand was just there.
After the eighth attempt, which went wrong, I threw away my mascara furiously. I was black almost everywhere in my face, only on my eyelashes nothing of the black mass sticks. I donned a bit of awkward clothes and then sneaked out of the room. No one should see me without make-up, so I rushed to my father's room. I frantically hammered at the door because I was afraid that someone would go into the hallway. Luckily, Maria quickly opened the door for me, and I scurried past her into the room. I ignored the fact that my father's girlfriend was wearing only a bathrobe. But when I saw my father topless in bed, I got sick. I had probably just disturbed them both. I wanted to disappear out of the room, but Maria stood between me and the door.
"Good morning, well slept. All good with you?" asked the plastic cover in front of me. She probably hadn't noticed that her bathrobe was too wide open. Unfortunately, I don't think anyone wants to see anything like that. Not that her mad breasts would bother me, only the pictures that implanted in my head were just disturbing.
I looked at her as neutrally as possible: "I hardly slept because of the plaster, headache of death and I can't make up. What do you think I'm doing, but I'm going to leave? It's best to go straight to a psychiatrist," so I pushed myself past her again. I would have waited a minute more, because in the hallway I ran straight into the arms of an Englishman. Embarrassed, I looked up to him. When I realized That I was unvarnished, I quickly tried to hide my face.
Probably the most enchanting laughter in the world rang out right in front of me: "Not so stormy my little one and why are you hiding your face?" He was trying to get my hands out of my face. In doing so, consider my broken hand. He seemed to have almost forgotten my grid, at least he didn't let it be noticed.
"I'm unvarnished," my muted voice rang out behind the plaster. Now Lando had to laugh even more but managed to get my hands out of my face. With tears in his eyes, with laughter, the brown-haired man stood in front of me. He was a bit bigger than me. What about my good 1.60m. was not difficult? I definitely inherited my size from Mum, as well as her dark brown hair with light waves. I had Dad's perfect nose and his ice blue eyes.
"Believe me, there's nothing you'd have to hide for," Lando was too close to me. Not that I felt harassed, but the moment just made my heartbeat faster. As beautiful as it felt, I couldn't feel as much as I could. My life was chaos enough without another man pissing himself off after a few months, as my first friend had done. After that, I had always been the one who had left. When things got serious, I had packed the suitcases and ran away. It was easier if you left yourself and weren't abandoned.
The Englishman still had his hands on mine and held them. Confused stammering was all that had come out of my mouth. This made the British all the more amused. The fact that I turned red with shame only made this moment worse. At such a moment, the ground should simply devour itself on action and one. Unfortunately, Lando had noticed my red shimmer and still had to laugh, even though he was trying to calm down.
"Am I so scary?" he was stupidly closer. He loosened one hand from mine and cut a strand of hair out of my face. His hand slightly swiped my face, which gave me goosebumps. Our eyes had become intertwined. Neither of us wanted to break away from this look, it felt too good. We would probably still be standing in the hallway today if you couldn't hear Maria from the room. Not that she was talking to my dad, no, it was very different noises. Which made my eyes big, because I really had head cinema, but from a horror movie.
Laughing, the Englishman pulled me away from that door on my healthy wrist. Without much thought, I eventually moved Lando into my room. It was just half past seven, so I had a little bit of time. Lando didn't seem to be in a hurry either, so he dropped on my bed and just laughed. Now couldn't help but laugh. The pictures in my head were just disturbing, but I couldn't help but laugh at Lando.
"I... I'm sorry because of yesterday and now. I was just so angry and then I missed it on you. I'm really sorry, because you can't do anything for my family," I stammered in front of me. I had taken a seat at the end of the bed and stared at the floor. I could feel the bed rising behind me and could hear the steps. Brown curls came into my field of vision, so I immediately looked into the most beautiful eyes in the world. Many may find brown boring, but for me these dark brown eyes were anything but boring. They radiated a warmth and security that I had rarely seen.
Carefully, the Briton had put his hand on my cheek: "All right, I had already forgotten it. At the latest after I had seen you and your father in the elevator. How did that happen in the first place?" At the last movement, he had looked at my embedded hand. I briefly thought about inventing a story. The fact that I had hit a wall in anger would make me stupid again. I had already made myself a monkey 1000 times before Lando, and this in less than 24 hours.
"Was angry, the elevator wall was very helpful," I started laughing easily. With this laughter I tried to overplay the embarrassment, unfortunately Lando did not join in. He looked at me anxiously and almost guilty.
He did not loosen his eyes from mine: "Because of what had happened between us?" My quiet ness was probably enough for the British answer. Silently he sat down next to me and pulled me into his arms. Normally I would free myself from the proximity of a new acquaintance at the latest, but something in me Lando wanted to be so close. That's why I didn't value myself and just stayed in his arms.
Mobile phone made us sound, but faster than I wanted to, to deviate from each other. Now it was apologetic to see me before he accepted the call. Even if I didn't want to listen, Of course I listened to everything, because he was still next to me. When he lay up, he looked embarrassed to me.
"My team-mate misses me at breakfast, do you come along?" the Englishman had got up and looked at me in a prompt. I was fighting with myself inwardly, because I was still unvarnished. Not even my parents saw me like that, not since I was 14. Apart from today, because I can't get it alone, no one had seen me without make-up. I felt naked if there wasn't at least foundation and mascara on my face.
Lando had probably noticed my look in the mirror: "I brush your hair quickly if this calms you down a little bit. Unfortunately, I can't help you with make-up." Thankfully, I agreed and handed him the brush. Carefully he stroked me through the hair with this and at least so eliminated the bird's nest. I felt a little better, but I still wasn't comfortable. But too Maria did not want to go back and otherwise I did not know a woman who could help me.
Next to the racer, I stepped into the dining room and looked around for my father. It wasn't eight o'clock and Dad wasn't there yet. He never came too late, but not too soon. Unfortunately, I could only imagine why he was not in the Chamber today. At the thought my stomach rebelled and my appetite faded. At least I didn't have a headache thanks to the painkillers I had to take for my hand.
As in the evening, the other three riders were already sitting at the table when Lando and I sat down to do so. The three of them were already busy stuffing themselves with breakfast. They had only nodded us briefly when we sat down. Since Lando and I wanted to eat we went to the buffet. Lando probably didn't pay attention to eating anything hard-digestible. I, on the other hand, reached out. I didn't have to sit in a car that was driving at over 200 km/h.
I tried to pass the butter on my bread when the Spaniard offered me his help. Thankfully I accepted them because I had really tried everything. Even if I was embarrassed that a stranger had to help me. But if the hand you used was broken, then you really needed help. I could feel Max's gaze on me, or rather on my hand. But the Dutchman did not ask questions or say anything. He felt it was not appropriate to ask me about it, because we did not know each other, for which I was grateful to him.
"How bad is it?" but Alex wanted to know. I knew he meant me and my hand. Since Carlos had just finished my bread, I thanked him. It was not self-evident that he had helped me.
Everyone looked at me, with Lando still chewing: "Middle hand bone fracture, four to six weeks and then everything is good again." With my healthy hand, I sway casually, as if it were nothing bad. However, I was able to do without further questions, so I hoped that this answer would suffice. Enough was enough that Lando knew.
Alex looked at me in disbelief: "Because of the alcohol happens?" The boy was probably quite curious and had no problem to ask directly. But since he had prepared the perfect lie for me, I just nodded. Now I prayed that the Briton next to me would remain calm. A slight grin had crept on his lips, but he did nothing. I was more than grateful to him for that. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of his friends that yesterday had already been enough for me.
I enjoyed my jam bread when my father came into the room with Mary. A glance at the two was enough that I turned red with shame. I put my bread on my plate, and when I remembered earlier, I had lost my appetite. The brown-haired man next to me had noticed my redness, which is why he followed my gaze. Of course, Lando couldn't stop laughing when he discovered the reason. Because of him, everyone at our table looked to Dad and Mary. They also came directly to us. Quickly my look sank to my plate and I did busy.
"Tomorrow princess. At half past ten we meet in the lobby and then drive to the racetrack. But Maria will help you before, that's why you came to us before," I nodded eagerly. I had taken an extra big bite, so I didn't have to answer. They were supposed to disappear quickly and give me time so That I could forget this trauma. After a kiss on my head, my father did too, Maria followed him like a dog. I quickly swallowed and exhaled. I had completely forgotten the boys. Thanks to Lando, they also knew what was going on, that I had reacted in this way. They had looked at me pityingly, because his parents and stepparents did not want to be heard or seen during sex.
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Where life leads us
FanfictionLaura Russo Lopez has never had it easy in her life. Between three worlds she has been grown up and never had a real home. Her future had always been clearly defined by her parents. To make them pride, Laura did everything. Until she meets Formula 1...
