A T R E U S
Evading the crowd of people, I weave through them quickly trying to get to the VIP room before the race started. I haven't gone back to America instead came here to Monaco with Dariya for her race.
I just left her assigned room, coming down here to watch the race and try to relax. Suddenly since days before when she brought it up, I had been anxious for her race. Motor sport is a generally dangerous sport and watching her get into that car and going out on that track sets me off edge slightly. It confuses me as to why it even bothers me but then again, I care about her and like I said motorsport is dangerous.
I was only half aware of the people in the room as I took my seat, eyes locked to the monitor in the far corner of the room. When the announcer mentioned that this was one of the most challenging tracks in F1 history that didn't make me feel any better.
"And were off!" The circuit resonates with the loud engines of the cars as they sped past the starting line, weaving in and out of each other in that intimidating way they do.
This race was in no way civil or calm. With each one fighting for first place along with the many dangerous bends there were too many chances for crashes. Every time Dariya disappeared at the one corner in my direct view I couldn't help but hold my breath until she came around on the other side unscathed.
Unlike other times the two announcers were relatively quiet only added a few things to the commentary ever so often, I just think everyone was tense. Three quarter of the way into it, I could finally relax thinking if nothing happened for the last forty-five minutes then nothing will happen.
And I couldn't be more wrong.
The camera panned on Dariya and Silvia racing on one of the stretches just after passing the first corner. And it was like all my worry about the sharp corners were for nothing as his front tyre collides with her back one. In only a split second her entire car lifts off the track, flips and lands into the barrier.
His car spins around in the middle of the track, creating a cloud of fog from the skidded tyres ensuing chaos. I almost curse aloud in impatience as they played back her crash on the monitor instead of showing me the car that is upside down and trapped on a barrier of tyres. The car flipped two times before landing upside down, back on the barrier and front to the floor. Tyre marks marred the grass plain at the side of the track, debris from the wrecked car scattered.
"That's it! The race is called!"
The number of cars that crashed into his or into the debris from his car was the only reason they waved that red flag. Her team's immediate reaction plays back as the paramedics rush to get her out of the car before any further damage.
My heart pounding against my ribcage as I watched them communicate with her by bending over at the side of the car. Just turn the fucking car right side up! I almost screamed in frustration only stopping when her steering wheel rolls out into the camera frame.
The world slowed, the chaos and shouts becoming secondary and fading as I waited. The flash of white from her helmet allows me to let out the breath I was holding, her suited body following. She stood on both legs seeming to have no injuries as they lead her to the medical car.
"Verlice seems to be okay, but they are rushing her to the hospital for safety reasons."
The other announcer continued seconds later, "It seems that last pit stop Silvia missed caused this race as his tyre blew out."
"Bullshit!" Some of the people in the VIP shouted in outrage.
I didn't wait to hear anymore, getting up from my seat and rushing out the room in the direction I came not too long ago. Unwanted thoughts of what ifs and wild conclusions ran through my head on the way there. Thoughts that only frustrated me more.
I met Remi when I reached the floor they stayed on, just leaving the room.
"Do you know what hospital they are taking her to?" I questioned immediately not wasting any time on unnecessary talk.
"Yeah, I'm going there now." Of course, he does Atreus-
"Would you like to come with me?" His question cuts off my inner self scolding thoughts. I nod silently to on edge to talk.
"I know it might be scary but don't stress too much, most important thing is that she walked out of there. They are only taking her to the hospital to make sure everything is fine where we can't see." He consoles, patting my back. Even though he says it so calmly, I could see the acute fear in his eyes. From what Dariya told me they had a very close relationship. Mind the circumstances of his mother which technically made them step siblings they both preferred to consider themselves best friends. The reason for that is understandable, in lights of her fathers death but there was obviously more that Dariya left unsaid.
Shit the lawyer in me is taking over at the wrong time.
I ignored his look that he tried so hard to hide and focused on his consoling words all the way to the hospital.
Hate to say it but this is not the climax of the book, it shall happen soon...
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