The Race Director's Daughter (Sebastian Vettel)

51. For What It's Worth (2)

Seb couldn't believe it. Surely he must have misheard. She couldn't have said Aaron. He looked at her closely. She looked petrified. She was shaking. She had said Aaron. This was the motherfucker that had raped her.

Without thinking he shot to his feet, grabbing the other man's shirt in his fists, his face twisting with rage.

"You piece of shit, how dare you come near her? After what you did..."

Leah felt sick. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be here. Why was he here? She watched in horror as Seb stood and grabbed hold of Aaron's shirt. No, no, no. The press were going to love this. Had they set it up? Had someone been following them?

She couldn't breathe. She had to get out of there. Turning, she fled the pub, her sobs finally escaping. As she burst through the doors into the muggy evening air she collapsed onto a bench.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" She looked and saw Jamie looking down at her,  concerned. "You practically flew past me!" He sat down on the bench and wrapped his arm around her.

"He was there! He found me. I can't..."

"Leah, I don't understand. You need to calm down. Who was there?"

"Aaron." Jamie froze. That bastard that raped her was in there? "Seb grabbed him, I don't know what he's going to do. What if the press find out? What if they've been following me?" She began to hyperventilate. Jamie was torn. He wanted to go back in and make sure Seb wasn't doing anything that would get him into trouble, but he couldn't leave Leah like this. And Luca? Shit! What would he do when he saw Aaron?

"You need to breath honey. Come on. Focus on me. In, out, in, out. That's it."

"Seb! I need Seb!" Jamie stood up.

"I'll go get him. Stay here. Don't move." He dashed back inside.

Straight away he noticed the three men all stood looking at each other. As he approached he could feel the tension. He had to get them out of there before someone did something they couldn't take back.

Seb was too angry to even notice when Leah fled. He wanted to beat the shit of the excuse of a man in front of him. He wanted to hurt him like he'd hurt Leah.

"Hey, hey, what's going on here?" Luca said as he returned to the table. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the man whose shirt Seb had in his grip.

"Hartman!" he spat.

"Hey Luca," Aaron said nervously.

"Don't fucking 'Hey Luca' me. What are you doing here?"

"Having dinner."

"He came over! He spoke to Leah!" Seb said through gritted teeth. He let go of Aaron's shirt, sanity briefly returning. "You've got a fucking nerve."

"I just wanted to talk to her!"

"You don't get to talk to her. You don't get to be anywhere near her," Luca growled. "Where is she?"

It was then that Seb realised Leah had gone. "She was here, she was right here!"

"She ran off outside when this bozo grabbed me!"

"Bozo? Believe me if we weren't in a public place I'd do more than just grab you." Seb bunched his hands together in fists. It was taking all of his self control not to punch the bastard.

"You and me both," Luca agreed.  "I suggest you fuck right off Hartman,  before we decide we don't care where we are.  Crawl back into the hole you came from and stay the fuck away from my sister."