"Anastastia McKinsey Villeroy?" I groan at the sound of my name, opening my eyes and instantly shutting them as a result of the rooms bright lights. My brother, Will, and I had been sat in this hospital waiting room for almost three hours now, and my banging headache had finally loosened to allow me a moment to dose off.
I feel a sharp tap on my arm, and sigh as I open my eyes to reveal Will standing up beside me. His eyes pour disappointment into mine, and I shiver. Stretching my arms, I yawn, and move to stand up. The wait in the hospital had been exhausting, the white walls of the waiting room only worsening my headache and the monotonous silence fuelling my unease.
"You're a fucking idiot sometimes." Will whispers beside me, shaking his head as he moves his arm around my waist to provide me with extra balance. As I stand up, my head begins to ring once again, a sharp pain stabbing my arm as my drunken antics catch up with me. I knew that Will cared for me deeply, and was just illustrating his frustrations at my recklessness, but it really wasn't helping right now. I choose not to respond, instead shooting a weak smile in his direction as we hobble towards the nurse.
"I'm her brother, William Villeroy. Is it alright if I come with her?" Will politely turns to the nurse, who simply nods, setting off down the long white corridor. The brightness of the building was disarming: everything was white, the walls, the floors, the ceilings. It provided no comfort whatsoever, and I was already counting down the minutes until I'd be reunited with my bed at home.
We reach the end of the corridor, and the nurse gestures towards a white door on our right. Whispering a soft thank you, Will opens the door, holding me up as we stumble into the room. I feel like I'm going to throw up, though I highly doubt that the doctor would appreciate me doing that in his pitch white room.
"Anastasia?" The doctor looks at me scornfully, judging my appearance and no doubt my folly. I shoot him a drunken smile in return as I slowly sit down on the hospital bed. Will moves to a chair in the corner of the room, his eyes flicking between the doctor and me.
"Anastasia Villeroy. Twenty one years old and previous history of alcoholic and drug addiction, is that correct?" The doctor looks at me with narrow eyes. He looks like a Steven, or perhaps a William, and I find myself wondering what his life outside of the hospital looks like.
"She's been drug free for six months now" Will responds, a sad look crossing his face. "She was at a rehabilitation centre in Arizona for a couple of months last year, and I can personally attest that she hasn't taken any drugs since." Will continues, his expression grave.
"I understand. I took a moment to read her file before you came in, I believe the reason for your visit today is a suspected concussion and a gash on her arm?" The doctor looks at me, and I can swear I see what appears to be judgement cross his eyes. I know the look well, so it barely fazes me.
"Yes. She was at a club and one of her friends asked me to come. From what I know, she was too drunk and fell over, hitting her head and cutting her arm." The sadness in Wills eyes is impermeable, and I feel a pang of pain in my chest as I stomach the disappointment I must be causing him.
Off all the people in the world, my brother was my rock. He was my best friend, and our joint experience of a somewhat stringent childhood had caused us to become inseparable. Whilst Will was only slightly older than me, he was my idol, and the only constant in my life. I felt awful for disappointing him like this, his never failing support and hope in me diminished by my stupidity.
I tune out of their conversation, engulfed in my own thoughts until the doctor moves to assess my arm and head. He deems me to be, 'luckily', concussion-less, but is firm in his decision that the cut on my arm will require stitches.
3 hours later...
As Will and I exit the demure hospital, the sun begins to rise. I feel awful, knowing that Will has training soon and will likely be too exhausted to practice in the simulator.
As we step outside, a bright flash goes off, stunning both of us.
"Fuck." Will whispers, as I realise the gravity of the situation.
Formula 1's Will Villeroy spotted leaving hospital with 'wild child' Sister! I imagine the headlines already, my stomach churning as I consider how bad this is for both Will and my job. Once again, my poor decisions had prevailed over any good I had in my life, and I had proven myself unworthy of neither good nor trust.
Anastasia Villeroy: Tycoon's daughter cannot handle her drink (again) I think of what my parents will say. Fuck, I was in the deepest shut imaginable. My mother would be concerned. Whilst our relationship was anything but perfect, I had inherited my sporadic and reckless tendencies from her. I was the result of them, after all. My father would be mortified. Angry, disgusted, disappointed... though I cared little for the latter, as it seemed as though he regarded me that way regardless of what I did. I was prepared for an angry phone call any minute now, and only prayed that he wouldn't blame Will for my foolishness. Though, of course, I knew he never would.
"Get in the car " Will mumbles, frustration painted across his facial features. Sheepishly I open the door of his Aston Martin, sliding into the passenger seat silently and willing for this night to finally be over.
We drive home in silence, Will occasionally looking in my direction to check if I'm still conscious.
Around half an hour from our destination, he chooses to break the silence.
"How's your arm?" He looks at me briefly.
"Hurts" I shrug, not wishing to have this conversation.
"What we're you thinking Annie?" Will's voice breaks, his concern evident.
A single tear slips from my eye, and I sharply turn my head to look out of the window, the city's lights reflecting on my damp cheek.
"I think you need help Annie." Will whispers, my eyes remaining fixed on the buildings that we pass.
"It was just a mistake Will, drop it. You know I can't. Arizona was hell, so don't even try it." I huff, feeling the need to shut his notion down immediately.
"I want to help you somehow though. You don't know how awful it is waking up to a phone call saying that your sister needs to be taken to A&E as soon as poss-" I interrupt Will's sentence before he can finish it.
"You make it sound like I did this on purpose." I close my eyes.
"Annie, whether you like it or not you know this is a recurring thing. We're all so proud of you for quitting drugs but I just want to somehow show you that there's more to life than partying." Will's eyes watch the road ahead of us intently.
"I know. That's why I'm gonna travel the world with you this Season. I need a break from London- " I begin, my sentence interrupted as Will gets a phone call.
"You Alright mate?" Will begins the conversation.
"We're getting fucked tonight. I'll see you in Mayfair around midnight" I recognise the voice as Will's best friend and fellow driver Lando Norris, who hangs up before Will can get the chance to protest. I know he'll go, he always does what Lando wants, even when it's the last thing that he wants.
Whilst I've never actually had the pleasure of meeting Lando Norris, I know more than enough about him to dislike him. His control over my brother, and ungrateful attitude towards his job churned disgust within me.
I don't comment on the phone call, and silence consumes the car once more.
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