THREE - Daniel Ricciardo

Chapter 21 - Tough Love

TRIGGER WARNING 

AMY

Jason's hand gripped onto mine as he dragged me up the stairs. His grip was so tight it was beginning to cut the circulation of my blood to my hand. I cried lightly as he bounded over to the bedroom. Once we were inside, he forcefully threw me down on the bed, slamming the door behind.

"Do you think it's funny, flirting with Paul like that?" Jason snarled as he removed his dinner jacket, throwing it over the chair in the corner of the room. 

"I wasn't flirting with Paul, I promise." I cried out as I tried to sit up on the bed, but Jason's hand pinned me flat to the mattress. 

"You are a bad liar. Such a fucking slag!" He yelled and struck his palm to my cheek, slapping my face abruptly to the right, leaving a sore stinging sensation to erupt over my face. I began to cry harder, too scared to talk back or try to remove myself from the situation. "And will you stop fucking crying!" He struck me for a second time, this time on the other cheek so my face felt hot, like it was on fire. My tears came into contact with the freshly grazed skin which burned deep into my complexion.

"Jason, p-please." I cried out and looked up at the man above me. He was desperately angry and his face was glowing with rage.

"'Jason, p-please'. Fucking shut up!" Jason mimicked me before yelling again.

I managed to stifle my cries so the shouting would stop, in the hopes Jason would disappear altogether. 

"Do you know what happens when you treat me like that? When you flirt with my friends in public?" Jason bitterly spoke whilst removing my tights, freeing my legs and hooking his fingers in the fabric of my underwear. My crying started again. I felt so afraid but I couldn't speak, time seemed to freeze as nothing felt real. The air made contact with my now exposed genitals and Jason lined himself up against me. I remained silently crying for the duration of that evening.

"My panic attacks are coming back. I'm now experiencing them at least twice a week again." I spoke to my Doctor as he listened intently. I had been visiting Doctor Heartman ever since I pressed charges against Jason. Doctor Heartman was first based in Sydney and that's where I first met him. But before long, he moved to the UK leaving me with his daughter, Dr Powell. Both of them providing me with medication and someone to talk to. 

"Have you had any changes in your life? Anything of a significance to you? As this could possibly alter your mind which could explain the recent increase in these attacks." Doctor Heartman asked as he placed a hand on my knee. I hadn't even realised I had started to cry until he did this, swiftly pulling a tissue from the tissue box and handing it to me to dry my eyes.

"I've met a guy." I stuttered and looked over at my consultant. 

"That's great!" He beamed. "Tell me about him."

"His name is Daniel. He's from Australia and he's a Formula One driver. I met him in Sydney and we have a good thing going. We aren't officially girlfriend or boyfriend yet, but it's nice." I softly spoke and looked up.

"That must be Daniel Ricciardo." He smiled. "I'm a massive fan of F1."

I nodded in response and shyly tucked my hair behind my ears.

"Does he know about your previous relationship?" He asked whilst crossing his legs together. I shook my head to signal 'no' and looked down to the ground. "You need to communicate this with him. I believe that this will help stop the panic attacks. These memories are pushed into the front of your mind, making you think about them more. Once you speak about it with him, you'll feel as if you have nothing left to hide."