Light of My Life ~ Alex Albon

Hurt

I held the picture in my hand, the ring in the other hand. My tears dropped on the photo frame, streaming down the glass. I grabbed my phone, dialing the contact 'Dad'. He answered immediately. "I'm sorry, baby. Someone is coming right now." He said. I hung up, putting my phone in my backpack. I sat there, my tears eventually stopping. I just sat on the bench, staring at the photo of me, Christian, and my mother smiling. A swarm of people started crowding me, but I didn't care. They all kept asking me questions, but I ignored them all. "y/n, why did you kill your mother?", "She could have survived if you waited longer.", "That such a shame upon her." They all said. I started sobbing, everyone around becoming quiet. I sat there, not caring if people see me at my worst. I was hurt, and I took their words to heart.

A SUV pulled into the parking way. Everyone was pushed back, and I was grabbed onto. I was led into the SUV, the doors shutting before the media could come closer. "It's okay. Ignore everything they said." I heard. I held onto the person, clutching their shirt in my hands while I sobbed out into their shirt. "Did I make the right decision? Did I really kill my own mother?" I sobbed, feeling them tighten their grip around me. "No! y/n, look at me." I looked up, seeing Mick Schumacher, my best friend from birth. I sobbed, grabbing his neck. "Mick...what do I do?"  I cried, my body shaking violently. "You have to calm down, y/n. Everything will be alright. Think of it this way. You saved her from a world of pain and misery. Would you rather let her suffer longer, or have her be set free from all of the pain?" He said, rubbing my back. "I-I wanted to set her free." I said, my sobs dying down. He held me close, stroking my hair and back. "Think of it as you saved her." He whispered to me. I nodded, soon falling asleep on his shoulder.

Little Time Skip

I woke up from my sleep to someone stroking my hand. I opened my eyes slowly, seeing Alex sitting next to me, talking to Mick who was standing on the other-side of the room. I squeezed his hand to signal that I was awake. He turned to me, smiling softly. "Good morning, love." He whispered, giving my forehead a lingering kiss. "How are you feeling?" Mick asked, sitting at the edge of the bed. I exhaled softly, sitting up. Alex handed me a bottle of water, rubbing my back. "I'm okay. I just wasn't stable yesterday with everything." I said, patting his knee. He nodded, getting up. "Do you still want to go to the race?" Alex asked, sending a worried look. "Of course. I think I'll just stay in the motorhome though." I said, smiling a little. He nodded, going to get ready. "Do you have any extra clothes?" Mick asked. I nodded, pointing at my suitcase. He opened it, taking out some sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

I put them on, him turning away. "So, why are you down here?" I asked, moving my legs over the bed. "Well, I came out to watch Seb." He stated. "Also to confirm my seat for next year with HAAS." He added, smiling like a dork. "No! Really?" I asked, excited now. He nodded, a little giggle escaping. "Yep!" He said. He rushed over, giving me a big hug. "I'm so proud of you." I said, rubbing his hair. "Stop treating me like a little kid." He whined, swatting my hand away. I chuckled, hearing Alex coming out. "You ready to go, y/n?" He asked, grabbing his bag. "Yea." I said, waiting for him to come over. Mick stared confused. "Why couldn't you just get up on your own?" He laughed, making me look at him. "You don't know?" I asked, seeing Alex look at me. Mick stopped laughing, just staring at me. "No? What happened?" He asked, worry all over his face. "Ethan." I said, his eyes going wide. "What did that asshole do?" He looked mad. "I'll explain at the track. Let's go before we are late." I said, grabbing my backpack and stuff.

The car ride was filled with stories of me and Mick's childhood. Alex was really interested, and even jealous I know Michael Schumacher on a personal level. "I can't believe you get to hang out with the Michael Schumacher. He's such an inspiration and legend." Alex exclaimed. I laughed, holding his hand. "It is nice. That's why I know Seb for a long time too." I added, squeezing his hand. Mick kept talking about how he got his seat, and occasionally drifting to how his dad was doing. I haven't currently seen Michael, but the last time I did, he was smiling and healthy. We reached the track, finding a parking spot, and heading inside. Mick and Alex protected me from the swarm of the media, while also trying to make sure I don't fall. We made it to the Red Bull garage, Alex leaving to go get his gear on and head out. "We need to talk now." Mick said, his voice was serious. I nodded, going to my room in the motorhome.