No words - Lando Norris

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A/N: Happy Friday everyone! Hope you all had a good week! New chapter, it is a little bit sad, but this chapter is needed for Mila's character to evolve. The chapter may be triggering for people who cope with anxiety or therapy, I'm not an expert so forgive me if some things are not correct, if so please let me know so I can up my writing game. Another plus, it's the first race weekend of a triple header so we are bound for a few exiting races! I also want to let you know that I am begining with school and my internship next week, so I will try my best to keep up with the uploading but I may have some delays. If you have any request for one shots sent me a message, vote and comment what you think of the story. Happy reading❤️

Mila looked around the room, some paintings were up on the wall along with artwork that looked like they belonged to children. The desk was messy, papers scattered along the top next to a computer monitor. Mila could see pictures of a smiling family, making her heart ached at the thought of her own parents. The couch she was sitting on was hard, making her feel slightly uncomfortable, a glass coffee table in front of her with glasses and a big glass bottle of water.

"Mila?" Mila looked up at the therapist who was waiting for her to say something. The woman was small, petite even, sitting with her legs crossed on a big comfortable chair, a notebook and pen in hand. "I asked why you are here?" Mila just shrugged her shoulders, she didn't want to talk but she knew she had to if she wanted something to come out of this appointment. Lando dropped her off not long ago, before he had to go to his training with Jon, he would pick her up afterward. Mila fiddled with the bracelets on her wrists, what was she doing here?

The therapist sighed after a few minutes of silence. It had been awkward since Mila stepped into the office. "Mila, I have to know what you are thinking, I have to know what is going on inside your head if you want me to help you. You have to give me something." Mila looked straight into the women's eyes, she looked friendly but Mila was hesitant to lay her past and all her insecurities in the open for this person she had never met before. Mila motioned towards the notepad the therapist was holding, motioning to give her some paper and a pen. The therapist who introduced herself as Meghan, complied and tore a piece of paper and handed them to her.

"I want to speak again." She showed the words to Meghan who nodded. "Alright, that is a start. How long has it been since you have spoken?" Mila thought about it, does she need to mention that she sometimes speaks to Lando and that she sometimes reads to him out loud? Mila began writing again, "for years or so? Since my parents died." Mila felt her hands shaking as she turned the paper around so Meghan could read her words. Mila could see that Meghan was taking notes, it made Mila slightly anxious, what was she writing and why? What was going to happen to these notes? "What happened to your parents?" Mila closed her eyes at the question, she could see the event in her head, it felt like she was there, it all feels so real. Mila's heart rate picked up, her breathing became heavier and her palms began to sweat.

Tears sprung in her eyes as she pictured the crash in her head, she could hear the screams of her parents, the breaking of the glass, and the feeling of the car tumbling. Anxiety took over Mila's body, she couldn't be here anymore she needed air, she needed to leave. Tears escaped her eyes as she opened them for the first time, she could feel Meghan's eyes piercing through her soul, this was all too much, it was a mistake coming here. Mila stood up, her mouth opened but no words came out. Mila stormed out of the room, running past the front desk as she pushed the front door open, the wind came crashing in her face, Mila leaned against the side of the building as she tried to catch her breath. The tears blurred her sight, she needed Lando, she searched for her phone but cursed at herself as she remembered that she left her phone and purse inside.

Mila sat down on a bench nearby, her body was shaking, the sobs leaving her seemed uncontrollable. She closed her eyes and propped her knees up, resting her head on them. After a few minutes, Mila lifted her head, feeling a presence taking its place beside her. She looked at Meghan who was just staring in front of her, "The first time can always be overwhelming. Especially when you have to be vulnerable in front of a complete stranger. The nice thing about is that I am a stranger, a stranger who you can tell anything to without me judging you over it." Silence overtook them once more as the two women looked at the water, a duck swam by with its little chicks, it made Mila think. In a couple of months, she would have her own little baby and she needs to be strong for her baby.

Mila stood up, looking at Meghan before she cocked her head towards the entrance of the building. Mila walked behind Meghan as they made their way to the office again. Mila sat down on the couch again, picking up her glass of water and taking a few big gulps before picking up the pen and paper. " I was in a car crash with my parents, I survived while they died. I was left on my own, I have no siblings and no grandparents, aunts, or uncles." Mila didn't know what else to write. Meghan gave Mila a sympathetic smile, "Not speaking has been your coping mechanism, it has been protecting you from any other harm. What made you want to reach out for help?" Mila unconscious rubbed her belly, "Are you pregnant?" Mila nodded her head, "I want to be a good mother, I feel like I will only make the baby's life harder if I don't speak. Also, my boyfriend." Meghan observers Mila for a second, "What about your boyfriend? Is he pushing you into talking?" Mila's eyes widened, "NO! He is the sweetest. I sometimes feel like a burden, he is so caring and loving but I feel that I hold him back." Meghan hummed, "You feel like a burden because you don't talk?" Mila bit her lip and nodded her head. "Mila, you are brave for coming here, for wanting to take matters into your own hands. But you need to want to talk for YOU. You can only change your ways for yourself. If you are trying to please other people, you are only going to fall back into old habits. So if you want to talk again, try to figure out what it means to YOU!" It made Mila think, it made sense but why does she want to talk again?

"I think this was enough for today, you have a lot to take in. I have a proposition, take a notebook and write, just write how you feel. Think about why you want to talk again, write it down. Write down when you feel sad when you have doubts, but most certainly write down then you feel happy, write down what brings joy to your life. And next time we will talk about that." Mila smiled at Meghan, this appointment turned out better than she could have thought. She grabbed her stuff and walked out of the office, giving the receptionist a wave on her way out.

Mila's smile only widened when she saw Lando leaning against his car, he put his phone in his pocket when he saw Mila walking up to him. He embraced her and give her a kiss when she was close enough. Lando could see her tear-stained cheeks but her smile seemed genuine. "How did it go?" Mila put her thumbs up, "It was good, " Mila genuinely said. Lando took Mila's face in his hands to look for any hesitation but he couldn't spot any. He was confident that if Mila felt the need to talk, she would.