Tell Tale Heart [Pierre Gasly]

Chapter One

In honour of Pierre joining Alpine we get a little bonus chapter today!
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This is set in the 2022 season, I'll be using this seasons results!
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I spent the rest of that Wednesday crying in my hotel room, not over Pierre but over my lost relationship. Over three years together, gone in an instant. I couldn't even distract myself from my misery with the beautiful Monaco coastline, my first race weekend with Alpha Tauri was the famous track and four days ago I was elated about that fact. But that was before...before my boyfriend broke up with me for taking a job that would have me travelling around the world.

He'd always been supportive of me being a photographer, he knew I always wanted to travel for work but I guess it's easy to be supportive when I was stuck in the UK, London more specifically. I had a successful wedding photography business that had been growing steadily for the last five years, having started it when I turned eighteen as part of an art school project. Ben, my ex, had taken it as a personal offence when I'd accepted my sister's offer to take over her job for Alpha Tauri. She was leaving to have a baby and could no longer travel with the team but had arranged to stay on in their media department. When she had been asked who she recommended taking her position, she suggested me and after a few meetings, where they saw my skills with a camera and photo editing, the team had happily offered me the job.

All throughout the process, Ben had been supportive, until I actually got offered the job. At which point I realised he had never believed they would offer it or that I would accept it given the pay cut I would be taking from running my own company. But it gave me what I wanted, the chance to travel the world and follow a sport that I loved dearly. We had begun fighting over it as the weeks passed by and my sister completed her final races with the team before her maternity leave began.

But I hadn't realised just quite how against it he truly was until I landed in Monaco on the Tuesday of race week when I got a phone call from him. "I can't do this Jamie. It's me or the job."

Those were the words I was met with as I returned his call after getting off my flight. I knew it was a bad time for us but I was convinced that after it a few weeks, he'd realise it was better than he thought and that the distance wouldn't be too bad as I would still be home a lot, but no. I was gone for four hours and that was enough time for him to decide to call it quits.

I was crying when I met my sister in the airport arrivals terminal, a blubbering mess unable to properly describe what had happened as I fell into her arms, dropping my suitcase and bag on the floor as I looked for comfort.

By the time we had gotten back to the hotel, the blubbering had stopped but the tears hadn't, and Lisa was finally aware of what had happened and so she let me spend Tuesday crying until she finally forced me to get dressed and go to a nightclub where I proceeded to get ridiculously drunk with her before at some point in the night I apparently went home with my future boss.

How exactly that happened is still a bit of a blur, but the memories of what happened once we got to his room were annoyingly vivid and so I spent the entire day of Wednesday crying. Crying over my relationship ending, crying over getting into bed with my boss before I had even started working with him and crying over how I was kicked out, embarrassed that I hadn't been able to explain myself properly.

However, when Thursday morning rolled around, crying was no longer an option and so I pulled myself together, dabbing on some light makeup and my new team gear, finding my passes and putting it all together in my oversized camera bag before going downstairs to meet Lisa.

"How are you?" She asks, pity filling her bright blue eyes, I just shrugged wordlessly as I couldn't figure out how to answer that question without crying. She nodded her perfectly curled blonde hair and gave me a reassuring pat. "You made the right decision, someone that loved you truly wouldn't give you an ultimatum like that after four hours," she told me and again, I just silently nodded while agreeing with her mentally. I knew I was right, but the pain was still there.