LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

ELEVEN

ELEVEN

Sara Cohen was definitely not expecting to come face to face with her daughter.

In São Paulo of all places.

She had just left the spa, having had a super relaxing massage from her massage therapist, Pedro, and climbed in to her car, a black range rover.

Much to her surprise, her daughter was sitting in the back of the car, having somehow managed to break in to the vehicle and lock it again once she was inside.

Larissa had not stopped glaring at her, forcing her to drive away from the spa and towards her childhood home, with the woman instantly agreeing.

She was being held hostage by her own daughter.

As soon as the car pulled in to the driveway, Sara inhaled deeply, glancing back in the mirror to see her daughters ice cold glare. The one she learnt from her uncle.

"Get out of the car and get inside the house, mother. I think it's time you told me every dirty little secret you're hiding."

"Baby, what is-"

"NOW!"

Sara flinched as her daughter shouted at her, immediately unclipping her seat beat and scrambling in to the house that held so many memories for the both of them.

Upon entry of the large mansion, Sara's eyes found those of their neighbor Pete, who was sitting on the stairs of the grand house, his wide green eyes staring straight at them.

"Pete, what are you doing here?"

Pete pointed to the young girl beside the woman, as the Brazilian girl scoffed.

"What? Not happy to see your bit on the side now that you don't have a husband?" Larissa glared at the pair of them, watching as Sara's body stiffened as the words left her daughters mouth.

"Baby, I can explain, I swear!"  Sara panicked, not even glancing at the man behind her as she reached for her daughters hands.

"Go on, I'm waiting." The young Cohen girl scowled, pulling her hands out of her mothers grasp.

"He seduced me."

"Bullshit." Both Larissa and Pete spoke up in unison.

"Now, I haven't got all day, my flight leaves in 5 hours, so tell me right now." Larissa glanced down at her watch, a gift from her team mate Pierre, and gave their neighbor a side glance, seeing him nod his head.

Sara's bottom lip trembled, eyes becoming glassy as tears filled her eyes. "I was unhappy. Pete gave me comfort that Luiz didn't."

Pete sighed, his eyes meeting the young girls. "Luiz gave your mother everything she ever wanted, except one thing."

"What was it?"

"Attention." Pete admitted, seeing the young girls mother shoot him a glare signalling that he should shut up. "You were his number one, and your mother hated that. She wanted to have attention, so she came to me. Your father noticed her distance, kid. He knew that your mother was having an affair."

Sara's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "He knew the whole time? How?"

Pete looked down at the grand staircase that he was sat on. "I told him. He confronted me, and I didn't want to lie to him, so I told him everything. He cared more about how his daughter would take the separation of her parents than how much he was hurting."

"Why him?" Larissa looked back at her mother, pointing towards her old neighbor.

"I-"

"My wife had just died, I wanted company. If I could go back, I would never go near your mother. I should have been grieving for my wife, instead I was sleeping with someone else's." Pete rose to his feet, walking past the woman who attempted to grab at his hand, failing as he moved away from her.