LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

TWENTY EIGHT

TWENTY EIGHT

"Papouille, are you ready for the race week to begin at the British Grand Prix?"

Anthoine Hubert questioned his beloved friend as she curled in to his side whilst they were on the plane together, which was about to land in the United Kingdom.

"I'm ready to kick Lewis' ass if that's what you mean. I am not letting him win a home Grand Prix. I will riot, and us Brazilian's know how to riot." Larissa smiled tiredly in to the French man's arm, since she was severely jet lagged and exhausted from flying from São Paulo to France just so that she could fly to the United Kingdom with Anthoine.

She had barely slept at all since she had given up her apartment in Monaco to allow Zahra a place to stay without struggling financially.

Though she knew that it was mainly because her father's house in São Paulo had always given her restless nights and nightmares, ever since he had died.

It was mainly due to the fact that the property was  completely empty, with only her staying in it since she had evicted her mother and removed her from her life and because of its size, since it was a very large mansion, that it had made her notice her father's absence even more than she already had, which kept her up every single night.

Her under eyes were dark and very prominent, almost purple looking, as her skin was looking more grey than anything, no tan, no color, just grey.

She had unfortunately started to lose weight again, and despite her best efforts to gain weight again with the help of Toto Wolff and the extra food that he had been giving her, just couldn't get back to what she was before she had entered Formula One.

Thanks a lot, Franz.

"Papouille, are you sure that you do not want to stay with me? You really need your sleep, and I amm worried that you are not getting the amount of hours of rest that your body needs." Anthoine frowned in concern for her, seeing her yawn multiple times as he spoke to her.

"A few Red Bulls will sort me out, I'll be okay."  Larissa reassured her worried friend, squeezing his hand in comfort, just as a flight attendant arrived in front of them, telling them that they had landed and could disembark the plane.

"Please, be careful." Anthoine begged his friend.

"Asticot, careful is my middle name."

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"Merda!"

Larissa yelled as she spun out for the fourth time during free practise at the Silverstone circuit in preparation for the British Grand Prix.

She had forced a total of seven red bull cans down her throat, and Lewis Hamilton's 'monster' drink so that she couldn't be seen as biased, since the four time world Champion had been a little annoyed with her for drinking with Nico Rosberg.

She'd still do it again, whether or not he liked it.

"Concentrate, Lis." She spoke to herself quietly, with her eyes burning with tiredness.

The past couple of races, she had been forced to retire due to mechanical problems, and she could only hope that her car would actually work for this race, because she actually wanted to finish this one.

"Zoooooom, zoooooom, zooooom." Larissa muttered to herself as she sped past a struggling Sitrokin and his Williams.

"Neowwwww." The Brazilian pretended to imitate the car noises until she heard a cough over the radio.